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avelera · 9 months

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Where the heck is Satan in Good Omens S2?

And could we perhaps find evidence of him in the places where the furniture used to be?

For reference:

Hastur & Ligur, 1.1: "All Hail Satan." "All Hail Satan."

Crowley, 1.5: "I never asked to be a demon. I was just minding my own business one day and then… oh, lookie here, it's Lucifer and the guys."

Adam Young 1.6: "You're not my dad and you never were."

Satan, 1.6: "No, no, no!" (He promptly dissolves into black ash and vanishes. Immediately after, Aziraphale and Crowley look at their no-longer-flaming sword and tire iron as if not entirely sure why they're there.)

Crowley, 2.1: "Do you ever think, what's the point? ... Heaven, Hell, Demons, Angels?"

Crowley 2.2 (circa ~2000 BCE): "Satan and his diabolical ministers..."

Gabriel 2.3: "I remember when the morning stars sang together and all the angels of god shouted for joy.” (emphasis mine. Lucifer/Satan was the Morning Star. Why the heck is morning stars plural??)

Edit: Shax 2.6: “I demand that you hand over both Gabriel and Beelzebub as gifts for Satan, our master.” (Could debunk the whole theory, might not only because she seems pretty low-ranked and could be going through the motions even though he's gone, but we'll see. Including to get all the evidence down.)

... And I think there's some other S2 references to higher ups and "Our Lord" by Shax supposedly, but I'm too sleep-deprived to go combing through for them (I'd be much obliged if anyone else could grab any other exact quotes that mention Satan by name or seem to refer to him in Season 2.)

Let's first get the Doylist explanation for why Satan might not be around out of the way: Satan was the Big Bad of Season 1. He's been dispatched. Furthermore, he's played by the most likely very expensive Benedict Cumberbatch, so he's not likely to be back in a hurry if it at all can be avoided, and alluding to him at all might just create confusion with viewers who will then expect to see Satan.

(Below the cut: but what if there's more to it than that?)

But as others may have seen with the, "Metatron is actively editing the Book of Life in S2 and that's why things are weird," meta, there's quite a bit of speculation going around that something fucky is going on in S2.

However, while I agree that some points in S2 are certainly fucky I'm not convinced on all or even most of the supporting evidence. Most of the explanations have a Doylist counterpoint like "It's just bad writing," or "They just wanted to bring back some actors they enjoyed working with," or, "The film crew just made a mistake," or "They just forgot that bit of continuity." After all, half of the original writing duo is tragically no longer with us, so there's going to be some level of story drift regardless.

While in general I find the, "It's not that deep," explanation more plausible in most instances, I'd be a very poor disgruntled English Major indeed if I made sweeping claims that the wallpaper being blue is always a coincidence. It's muddier with TV because there's so many proverbial cooks in the kitchen and plenty of human error to go around, but I'd equally never claim that I think Good Omens S2 wasn't a labor of love by those who worked on it, and certainly there's evidence that care was taken in its production, so everything that's off being a mistake is also not a sweeping generalization I'd want to make either.

Which is my way of saying that I'm not convinced by the Metatron meta but I think some of the ideas there are on to something. I don't think it's plausible that a writer would in S3 reveal that in S2, the heretofore largely off-screen character of the Metatron was actively editing the story as we went with the heretofore only mentioned once, never seen, and immediately denounced as a joke Book of Life. BUT, there is some fucky stuff happening that I won't say was the result of some Genius Mastermind Writer deciding it was a good idea to actively write badly and provide stories with no payoff, but I will consider that some of the apparent continuity errors might not be so accidental as they seem, because this was a labor of love and at least on this count, I don't think that Neil was necessarily that careless. Or at least, I'm more inclined to look for clues in places where I can see logistical choices being made, rather than in more subjective claims like "This bad writing is meant to be Bad Writing and therefore a Clue." Because writing is hard even under the best of circumstances, especially in TV and having lost the aforementioned half of a beloved writing duo.

Moving on! Thing is, if we're to believe that there's some sort of mystery hidden in plain sight that was introduced in Season 2, then it did not pay off yet. This makes me a little suspicious of the overall claims that there was a hidden Season 2 mystery, because a good mystery really should pay off within the text, and expecting the reader to keep their unsatisfied suspicions in their heads for 3-4 years for a later satisfying conclusion is... optimistic at best and downright sloppy at worst.

Unless, the mystery spans the entire show. If the clues we're seeing are meant to pay off in S3, and we assume some level of competence, then more likely these are series spanning mysteries that will be satisfying when one is able to watch all three installments. And that means, if there is a mystery in S2, we should be checking back with Season 1 to look for the roots of it.

Which is what brings me to Satan.

What on Earth happened to Satan?

Is Satan still around?

Now, my theory would be much more satisfying to me, personally, if Satan's name was never spoken in S2 but alas, there is the Book of Job episode and I believe some other mentions by name, mostly by Shax? I'd love some backup on that. But I very deliberately don't count demons just saying things like, "Our lord" or making vague referrals to the powers that be to be references to Satan because if he's vanished, someone could have easily filled the power vacuum or there could be an empty throne room somewhere and everyone is just going through the motions (or he's become the Sandman Lucifer who fucked off to lie on a beach, which would be delightful. Anyway).

When Hastur and Ligure showed up in 1.1 they specifically said, "All Hail Satan," and Crowley was shown to be an outsider that he did not return this familiar call-and-response. Yet no one in Hell in S2 uses the All Hail Satan greeting. The references to Satan are few, even in Hell. There doesn't seem to be a lot of fear of Satan either, but more around other higher-ups like Beelzebub, Duke of Hell, who appears to be the highest ranking person we see in Hell?

And also interestingly, Crowley and Beelzebub are both lamenting how pointless all of this seems. Kind of interesting for two individuals who still despise Heaven too and, presumably, took Satan's side once long ago when they all Fell. The political fire has definitely gone out of them, which can be plausibly attributed to the Apocalypse failing and/or the two of them falling in love with their Angelic counterparts, but it's also just kind of weird that suddenly they both really don't see the point in any of these conflicts that once defined their existence.

Perhaps, and this is where I go out on a limb or ten, because Satan isn't around anymore?

Is there no longer a hand at the wheel in Hell, reminding everyone of their loathing of Heaven?

Is there no longer someone actively above Beelzebub, telling them what to do, such that they have the freedom to sneak away and pursue a romance with an archangel and not have their boss show up to stop them the way Gabriel's did?

Did Adam, when he made Satan not his father but more importantly that Satan never was his father, undo more than we realize?

Because that's the kind of Gaiman mystery that I can wholly believe is lurking in plain sight, because Satan was a big deal in S1, he was the Big Bad! It's in the text! The damned book series is built on the idea of a satirical Antichrist take on The Omen. All Hail Satan is one of the first spoken lines of dialogue in the book. Satan is kind of central to any story that's going to revolve around a battle between Heaven and Hell!

And yet... he's barely mentioned this season. And demons suddenly don't remember what they're fighting for. How odd.

Maggie and Nina's actresses also played nuns of the Satanic Chattering Order of St. Beryl. If there was no Antichrist, isn't it possible that neither of those women would have become Satanic nuns and might, instead, own a coffee shop and a record store somewhere?

If there was no Antichrist, isn't it possible that through some convoluted series of events, Madame Tracy, a witch, fell afoul of a demon or managed to become one herself?

Isn't it possible that once you open the door to the ripple effects of a Satan who either never existed (though the Fall still happened) or who only existed up until at least Job, but who was never Adam's father, that some other fucky things could happen too, like Aziraphale suddenly not being fond of alcohol? This continuity detail is much more of a stretch but it is such a plot point in the book that Aziraphale loves to drink and S1 that I do find that particular continuity break particularly vexing and it's one I side-eye the most in terms of "not sure if sloppiness or a Clue".

Anyway, point is:

Satan is curiously absent this season and technically, he was unmade or at least unmade as Adam's father last season. If something is fucking with the timeline, I think that on-screen, very visible event deserves some scrutiny over and beyond vaguely alluded to, off-screen fuckery by the Metatron with no in-text confirmation at all.

There's a lot of weird and bad writing in S2, sure, but some of the continuity breaks do, admittedly, feel too big to be simple oversights and I don't think it's entirely conspiratorial to think something more might be going on and if such a mystery is going to span multiple seasons, we should look back to S1 for the seeds.

It is possible that the unmaking of Satan has had ripple effects that explain some of these continuity changes and some of the cheeky casting of S1 actors in new roles as perhaps not entirely without in-story justification.

So in my mind, the question I have no answer to, but that might deserve some scrutiny going into Season 3 is:

How much did Satan never being Adam's father alter the timeline?

Edit: And here's one last spooky quote to consider: “I remember when the morning stars sang together and all the angels of god shouted for joy." - Gabriel's weird prophecy / quoting of God

Why single out the reference to morning stars plural? Lucifer is very famously the Morning Star, you can't accidentally allude to morning stars in this context without referring to him, you just can't. So what the fuck is going on with this Biblically sourced quote that sort of alludes to Satan, but not by name, and makes the reference to the Morning Star plural?? And even though it is the original text, apparently, it's still a choice by the writers to really highlight the line about morning stars and give that line to Gabriel to say in the present too. Something is sus.

#good omens #good omens spoilers #good omens meta #spoilers #IMO THIS is a hidden in plain sight mystery #because Satan is a MAJOR figure in the world of this story and he's just suddenly GONE #there's TOTALLY reasonable Doylist explanations #but at least if we're looking for where the furniture used to be then Where the Heck is Satan is a reasonable question

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lilithizhere · 1 year

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hiii! im a new follower and i saw the list of characters that you write for and i was wondering if you could also write for other characters, because there no “characters i will not write for” or any indicator that those are the only characters you will write for, so pls answer this question because i wanna request a “dabi x RoR reader” but i dont think you would write him

Hi! So, I do write for other characters, but the ones I have on the list are the ones I would like to see, but if you request a character on the list I will probably write it, but sometimes I can't.

Warnings! Fluff, Swearing!

Dabi x RoR Reader

You met him while Record Of Ragnarok was happening, you are a Norse Deity of Reincarnated, Blue Fire, and Medicine and also Thor's Sibling, you weren't fighting, but Zeus and Brunhild did try to sway you to their side.

It didn't work. You weren't easily fooled, but you have to admit it the mortals have grown strong and smart. You were a Deity that wanted the humans to stay.

Back to what I said about meeting Dabi, you were on earth because you wanted to see all the things the mortals advanced on. They have powers!? When did that happen? You missed a lot. But that's okay.

You were walking around in a normal outfit, you gotta blend in, when you saw Blue Flames. You were curious and wanted to know who caused it. And all the sudden you see a black haired, male that Is burnt and another black haired man, who looks sleep deprived, chasing the burnt one.

To be honest you found this funny. And followed quietly, walking into a alley, you see the burnt man, trying to catch his breath, leaning against the wall. And you knew you had to say something as he stares at you.

"Why, do you look like a burnt chicken nugget?" That's the first thing you said to him. And he just looks at you. "What the Fuck-".

You were happy to meet someone, who can summon Blue Fire.

He was surprised to meet a Deity, he didn't believe you when you told him you were one, but you proved him wrong.

You were called to go help the healers for Ragnarok, and you were upset you had to go, but then you got an idea, what if you took him with you?

You ended up doing that asking him first of course. He was curious about Ragnarok, you had to explain to him what it was.

You realized something, you forgot about your Dad Odin and your Brother Thor and Loki.

Shit. They weren't gonna like this. You dating a mortal. Your mother wouldn't care as long as your happy. But, your brother Thor is overprotective over you. He would always handle the people who wanted to court you when you were younger.

Your Dad is probably gonna be pissed- along with Thor. Loki won't care as long as he treats you nice.

You and Dabi were siting in the stands with the other contests and people who already went. (You revived the people who died).

Dabi was siting in your lap because well your a Diety and that makes you tall a bit. At least your not in your full Deity form you are big as fuck-

Anyways, you were talking to Adam and Sasaki about random stuff like who you think is gonna win and Deity stuff, while Dabi was watching the match.

This match is Qin Shi Huang vs Hades. And you had faith in the human to do good.

You felt someone staring at you and Dabi, so you turned your head and saw your Dad, your older brother and Loki, who is smirking, glaring at Dabi- shit. You are toast- well actually mostly Dabi.

You knew this wouldn't end good when your brother waved you and Dabi over. Shit-.

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criolla-star · 6 days

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Overwhelmed (Vinny x Garmadon)part 42

(I suggest you check out parts 1-41 if you haven't already)

Vinny stared at them and took the blade out of his pocket before beginning to swing it around with the sheath on, he doesn't trust himself that much to not cut himself. Vinny found it interesting the way they sparred with each other, they were really good at this. He took the sheath off the blade and stared at it again before noticing the sides were laced with what seemed to be bone? The bone covered the edges and seemed quite sharp, but Vinny obviously being sleep deprived forgot about how sharp blades were and pressed his finger against it, it was really sharp and cut his finger and bled slightly. "Shit..." he hissed in pain.

"Weird...Rida just said it was made with red obsidian...red obsidian isn't white and it isn't this as sharp..." Vinny mumbled to himself as he looked at the blade closer slowly drifting off into thought and becoming unaware of his surroundings. "Where would someone get something like this...?" He thought before deciding to look at the sheath. It was made of leather, which seemed way way tougher than normal leather. It covered the blade but not the handle, and it had orange and red jewels along sliver lining as well as having a star on both sides it was quite pretty.

"Shit! Vinny watch out!" Kai shouted as he accidently sent some of the fire balls that way. Vinny looked up unaware of what was happening and saw a bunch of fire balls headed his way, he didn't have much time to react, and just tried to cover his face while still holding the blade. To everyones' surprise the flame didn't hit Vinny, instead it was absorbed into the blade. "Shit shit shit! I'm so sorry!" Kai repeated as the others ran over to Vinny to check if he was alright. "Are you alright?!" Nya instantly questioned worriedly "Where'd the fire go?!" Jay asked curiously.

"Y-yea I'm fine..."Vinny responded, he was just as shocked as everyone else and continued to hold the blade. "He is correct there is no injury evident and as for the fire, it was...absorbed?" Zane said, he sounded a little confused like the others as to where the flame went. "Absorbed? Into where?" Cole asked, Zane looked at Vinny and began scanning for large amounts of power, his attention was caught by the blade. "My observation has concluded it went into that blade" The ice ninja said as he pointed towards the blade Vinny was holding.

"The blade? How?" Jay asked as he looked at the blade Vinny was holding. "Vinny...can I see the blade please?" Nya asked as she looked at the blade intently. The cameraman nodded and handed the blade to Nya, "It's...sharp and lightweight...Zane can you see if you can find the things int's made of?" Nya asked, which the ice ninja nodded and was handed the blade. As Zane began observing the blade the others asked Vinny questions, "Where'd you get it? And are you sure you're not burned?" Nya asked as she observed Vinny, "I-I don't really remember where I got it, and I promise I'm fine" Vinny responded.

Kai looked back at the blade and observed it, "Do you just keep that in your pocket with no cover?" The fire ninja asked, "N-no, I have it right here" Vinny responded as he showed the group the sheath. Vinny gave it to Kai who deeply observed it, "This isn't made of normal leather" The fire ninja said as he touched it. He learnt a lot from being a blacksmith for some time and when his father came back he learnt from him. "Is it fake?" Cole asked, Kai shook his head, "It definitely isn't fake, but....it's way rougher and tougher" Kai responded.

"Interesting..." Zane said out as he finished observing the blade, "What's it made of?" Nya asked, "It appears to be made out of red obsidian, though that isn't as intriguing, the edges seem to be covered in dragon bones, but they're not normal ones, it reminds me of the dragonbone blade that faith used, and the structure is very much a like it as well, while the handle is wrapped in dragon leather" Zane said, "Wait wait wait, so you're saying this blade is practically the same blade as Faith and is wrapped in dragon leather?" Jay asked, the ice ninja nods in response, "Then the sheath must be made out of the leather too, that explains a lot" Kai said as he handed Vinny back the sheath.

"Really? I didn't know that" Vinny said, "Well...if you didn't have it you would've been burnt?" Jay said out awkwardly making Vinny chuckle as he was handed the blade back, "Well...I think I've spent enough time out here" Vinny said as he stood up and put the blade in the sheath. "Yea...maybe you should go inside before you get burnt by a specific someone" Nya said obviously referencing Kai. "Hah it's fine really....I've had worse..." Vinny mumbled the last part as he went back inside.

#vinnyxgarmadon #garmadon #survivalshipping #vinnyofngtvnews #ninjago #gay #fanfiction #Jay #Kai #Cole #Nya #Zane #Lloyd

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hyrulean-evalink · 8 months

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Eva's epic Zelda therory omgggg

OKAY SO IM KINDA SLEEP DEPRIVED AND ITS A BIT LATE AND IM HUNGRY ALSO IVE LEGIT NEVER DONE THIS BUT HERE WEEE GOOO

Why I think TotK's past happens BEFORE Skyward Sword

Okay so let's get Goddess Hylia out of the way. I don't believe she's a Goddess in the sense that she was all powerful blah blah blah

Because, really, what did she do ?

Elevate the islands -> Mineru did that. Even with more and bigger islands so... Hylia isn't special

Light and sealing powers -> Rauru and Sonia has light powers too

Built robots -> Which race seems to be extremely skilled in building constructs and give them a near human artificial intelligence ?

Reincarnation -> Spirit power. If Mineru could transfer her soul to a fake body, I don't think it's far fetched that someone with a similar power could voluntarily reincarnate themselves at the cost of their memories (weird, that reminds me of another ritual)

So Hylia was probably a VERY powerful priestess, maybe even a Zonai that made her elevate to the state of a Goddess, and for the reason she wouldn't use the Triforce, Zonais are descendants of the Gods, making them Gods in some way, so technically she would still be forbidden of using it

Okay with that out of the way:

The Master Sword. There is no Master Sword during Rauru's time. If it did exist I THINK Mineru would be aware. But she seems surprised of its existence (I am basing myself on the French version of the game in which she says "It wounded him you say? When our combined powers weren't enough..." and not the trash garbage English version. Sorry English speakers). Anyway, the Master Sword didn't exist, even Ganondorf seemed to be surprised that it would exist.

And also, the sword Hylia created technically wasn't super extraordinary. The sword Hylia left behind is a blade built to be the perfect VESSEL for Divine Power. (Link in SwS had to bathe the blade in the flames of the Golden Goddesses before getting a final blessing of Light, in the start of SwS, the Master Sword really isn't that great, hell it's even mocked for its short blade)

And so I believe Demise is a sort of Calamity situation. Because if the TotK Ganondorf is supposed to come AFTER how could he destroy the Master Sword so easily ?

"Oh but Eva the Master Sword was weakened !" Shut up Billy, the Great Deku Tree specifies that the Master Sword can regenerate and recover the current maximum stength it has and in the memory in which Link gets it back he confirms that the sword is ready to be taken again. It's not the Master Sword that got weakened. It's Ganondorf that was overly powerful.

Back to Skyward Sword, if Hyrule didn't exist, explain Impa, explain the ruins we find. The Temple of Time bears a strange ressemblance to the Ancient Temple in BotW/TotK

"But Eva ! The placement makes no sense !" since when is LoZ making sense with geographical placements.

As to explain why Ganondorf appear in OoT, TP, WW etc... I believe this is a reincarnation of THE Ganondorf. Considered he was raised by Koume and Kotake, evil witches, I believe that when the 100 years mark came for the Gerudos, they made some sort of pact or ritual so that Ganondorf's soul could reincarnate. Because Rauru only managed to seal his body, his soul could still exist (Calamity Ganon) so what if he experimented? He first created a Demon, Demise, except he realized that while it gives him a lot of power, this also makes him vulnerable to other things Then he reincarnated in the flesh, but it also ended up getting killed So in Calamity form he decides to use his raw soul and build himself a body, which failed BUT weakened the seal enough for his true body to be freed. That's the theory and headcanon I keep. Anyway this is all over the place and I probably forgot a lot of details but here's my theory, if you have questions, my asks are open !

#zelda #loz #legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #totk theory #theory #zelda theory #totk thoughts #loz totk #zelda totk #totk #skyward sword #skyward sword theory

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badly-drawn-ghost · 4 months

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Alright, so I wrote this one sometime in the summer while I was sleep deprived and probably dehydrated. Most of this is built around the original idea, which was for a power system for something. Ended up focusing way too much on the tech aspect of it and sorta forgot about the main thing for a bit. This is gonna be lengthy, since it’s taken directly from my notes. Just a warning before you read the rest.

Example: Desecration, a cursed weapon that takes the form of a Glaive, with a glowing orange blade. The true name of the lich is Coluar, the Shadow Emperor of Flawrest. The glaive’s ability is called Hell’s Legion, and it uses the Voyant’s blood to summon shades to aid the wielder in combat. These Shades all wield lesser, spectral versions of Desecration, and can each use it’s ability to summon weaker Shades. This can lead to the enemy being easily overwhelmed by a massive army of Shades. Shatter ability: the shades transform into monstrous beasts, fusing with the spectral glaive and becoming Eldrich fusions of shadow and some other element. When Coluar takes control over Evelyn, this changes to having complete control over her blood. This version does not have a name yet, though it is suspected to be the “full” version of Hell’s Legion that Coluar can use.

The Voyant of Desecration is named Evelyn “Cycle” Châtirel. She’s happy-go-lucky, usually looking on the bright side of things. She isn’t terribly smart, but she’s optimistic and loves adventure. Also, she has a robotic arm, and keeps steampunk-style goggles on her forehead at all times. While controlled by Coluar, she’s known simply as “Cycle”.

This concept would work well in a cyberpunk-style world, where cursed weapons will most often take the form of laser-based or disintegration-based weaponry.

Said cyberpunk world’s tech, key figures, and other stuff:

HELIX(es): Gigantic, robotic and mechanical violent monstrosities that roam the wasteland.

Myriad Walker(s): Robotic battlesuits, designed for war. Heavily armored and armed.

Ash-Gatling(s):High-power LASER rifles that fire fast. The shots are devastating. Named for the ash-gray coloration of the shots.

Impulse suit(s): Smaller, more speed and agility focused war suits. Less armor, less weaponry, and a smaller size means it can move faster, and get in and out quickly.

Chimera(s): Devastating war suits built for siege. Slower, but with heavier weaponry and devastating flame and white phosphor cannons means it can lay waste to anything it comes across.

Titan(s): Gigantic, crashed ships that litter the Quiet Wastes. Most of them are half-buried, and have heavy damage that’s unrepairable.

LOCATIONS:

Quiet Wastes: the desert wasteland once known as the continent of Europe. Almost entirely irradiated sand, drinkable water and clean air is hard to come by. Highly dangerous, as HELIXes and corrupted Myriad Walkers roam everywhere. Crashed and broken machinery is everywhere. What little water you can find is usually highly acidic, to the point of melting skin and bones.

New Harmony: the dystopian city that occupies what was once all of france. Lead by the New Harmony Government (NHG), and surrounded by gigantic walls, it’s dangerous to go anywhere outside of the city, and highly illegal. It has sky-high crime rates, and hardly a day goes by without some sort of murder being reported. The NHG is also very corrupt, often taking bribes from CYEO.

Haven: a city of near-mythical status, on the continent of what was once North America. It’s said throughout New Harmony that Haven is a safe, crime-free, HELIX-free city where the air is clean, even outside the city.

TITAN #37: The wreckage of a massive Titan that’s mostly intact, though it has no power source. It’s called Titan #37 because that’s what was painted on the side. It’s often used as a base or camp when people manage to escape the walls of New Harmony.

ORGANIZATIONS:

CYEO(CYbernetic Escalation Opposition): Despite the name, CYEO is the lead producer of tech, androids, prosthetics, mechs, and cybernetics. It’s the organization that controls most of New Harmony, and directly and secretly controls the NHG. It is corrupt, and its CEO is unknown.

Note: I should really summarize this, and write more about the New Harmony Government(NHG) itself. And probably weave the main idea of the story into it more.

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corellonsblessing · 6 months

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A BLACK OUT/SLAM POEM based on the teletubbies (tv) tag on ao3

TRIGGER WARNING_MILK.

stray dogs literature clubs, the school for good and evil. ink sans angel—stranger things

horror sans guy—don’t hug me i’m scared. don’t hug me i’m scared, (don’t hug me i’m scared.)

free form plot twists. tragedy/comedy. alternate universe—high school. alternate universe—music.

the chaos unfolds each day, pristine, centuries ago, fight the many.

post divorce, living together, implied drug use, alcoholism. snippets from the end of the show, renunion, although it takes place a couple years before. we were the stars (but space was a void) by ponfarrpussyqueen.

corporate clash, bug, duck, the guardian pest, the prince, macarena, kissing, crack, as a joke, boys kissing, regret everything

underage julius caesar, emo napoleon, mating bond, tentacle dick, magic healing cock, holy water, holy roman empire, kissing in the rain, the battle of waterloo, a true story.

crossover, insanehappymealgiver, original character, original, simulator, mentioned, i’m at my limit, intentionally bad, wearing the other character’s skin, start praying because this sure ain’t holy, my dad went to get the milk because of this, sent to the void, put me in a coffin, rancid hope’s peak

we greet you with good luck and prosperity.

we love gay anal and lesbian smut and we hope you do too.

diminishing flame, not for kids, you’ll cry so hard you won’t have eyes, not sorry, commit a clarity, vaporized, freeform, sewer rat

2020 presidential election, spit as lube.

chaos bear, crack, crack, crack, has religious trauma, gay, gay, lesbian, lesbian sex, orgy, moist naked bodies rainbow is jesus, sex during tornado, this is NOT. finished.

there she was, in a new world. guess she’ll play the cards she’s dealt.

jesus confessed, sin shock, tears streaming down her face. “i fucked your sister.” crack. treated seriously, why did i write this. gay best friend—i can see that (i’m safe here.)

why did i write this!

crack. treated seriously.

slowly losing our sanity, we die.

crack, treated seriously. the moon of hope and the sun of despair LET IT GOOOOO LET IT GOOO.

crack, treated seriously, blue balls, orphan account

his little purse. what was once an inside joke is now taken seriously. crack. crack. fluff and crack. angst and crack. i am a man of my word, and i speak for the people.

a million other projects to complete

crack, crack, i dont know what’s going on, we’re idiots so we made this

it starts out all nice then it all goes downhill

satan, crack, this is a joke, please help me, please don’t hate me, i’m so sorry, i cannot think of anything else, please don’t read this. but. do, the author regrets nothing, the author regrets everything, why do i still exist? (discontinued, at least until further notice.) by even moderner prometheus

forbidden love, dead dove:do not eat.

so small in the midst of it all. rolling with the weird and unusual, traumatized teens to comfort, and an important decision to make

i came up with this, i will go down with this

i can’t believe i write this, why did i write this, i wrote this while listening to mother mother, sleep deprived, wrote this instead of sleeping, the guardian witnessed sex and is now scarred, touching, addiction, slut shaming

insufferable with apologies to all my followers, hell (literal), sewage

i got problems, so fucking random, pulled out of my ass, hard to explain, hard to word, each chapter will be posted, find me on wattpad,

near death experiences, major illness, declarations of love, love confessions, eating, marking, delay/denial, knotting, marking, mating bites, overstimulation, based on taylor swift songs, missing spleen

help me pleease, im scared, why did i write this?, just this really chill person who wants to take over the world, humanized teletubbies, my friend and i wrote this over the summer

you better not forgive me for this, im serious, vaginal fingering, a hushed voice, the contact making her shiver.

may your heart stay strong. torture, vomiting, blood and gore, self-indulgent, touch starved guardian, all characters are adults, electricity, suicidal thoughts, medical inaccuracies,

and yet… you lie again. i like noo-noo i hope he explodes, don’t show up

crack. i am so sorry. not in detail but it could’ve been so count your blessings

gods this can’t end well, good parent, to two children, bad parent, to the other one

IM SO SRRY BUT THIS WAS FOR THE GREATER GOOD, HAHA SUFFER,

attempt at humor, death, gore, i don’t even know, i’m so sorry, you have been warned, i posted this for my brother’s birthday

plague, companionship, through the fields we ran

it quickly turns into anti-demon propaganda

a play in one act, post-war, no sex, no killing

the prize of reading this is to meet god

help my poor soul this is a disgrace but it was my first fic so i refuse to orphan it, and the teletubbies followed

help, i was forced to write this and i’m sorry, i don’t even know what to call this monster, the southern pansy, aziphrale, the prince of hell, and the archangel gabriel

angst, satire, this is not serious, it’s meant to be funny

DO NOT TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY, IT WAS WRITTEN BY THREE HIGH THIRTEEN YEAR OLDS.

this is what you’ve been waiting for and hoping would never come

hearing voices, broken bones, emotional manipulation,

live, work, play, a simple life, protected, until a stranger comes.

i can’t give you a summary of the plot. that would ruin the story.

the eternal rioting continues as it always will (part one)

the eternal rioting continues as it always will (part seventeen.)

let me know if i forgot to tag anything!!

blame the painkillers. i blame the painkillers.

#so when i was a kid i once made fun of this person i met irl bc he would post like. all the gay tags n i thoufht it wasnt cool #like gay twink n like all of those things #just an endless paragraph of labels #i couldnt imagine posting that or wanting to be seen like that #i couldnt imagine wanting to be seen at all #i didnt say it to his face i just called it cringe to a friend and they rightfully called me out on it #why is that so funny to you? that he wants to be known? that he wants to reach out to his community?#i woke up one morning and saw that he had imed me in the middle of the night #i imed him back n didnt get a response n thought nothing of it #i wish i had been up that night #i wouldnt have been able to do anything #but every time we post something every time we tag something #we are looking fir connection #this is not the void #you are not screaming i to the void #people we see you #and i hope they hear you #bc what you have to say can be beautiful. even when its a joke #this is a joke. but it is also real to me #every one of these tags and titles is real #and a real person wrote them #they sat down and did that #n they wanted u to see them #everyone wants to be seen #and smiled at. n liked #and i hope someone likes you. i hope someone likes you enough to be awake at 3am #n i hope you like yourself enough to keep posting and tagging and trying so hard to be noticed #bc there is beauty in everything #even and especially you #where are those high thirteen year olds now

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ao3feed-crimeboys · 8 months

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I WILL TURN THIS CAR AROUND (SO FUCKING FAST)

by WinterWaler69420

Fundy and Tallulah see a commercial for Great Wolf Lodge, so the siblings convince their dads to take them. Wilbur and Quackity agree, Tommy comes with too.

The twins and Tommy forgot that they live nowhere near a Great Wolf Lodge, the nearest one is in Essempi, and they’re in L’Manberg.

Roadtrip time!

(I went to GWL and a casino this summer and have had this idea since then, so I’m finally vomiting it onto this beautiful flaming dumpster site/pos)

Words: 2369, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP, QSMP | Quackity SMP

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Wilbur Soot, Alexis | Quackity, Fundy (Video Blogging RPF), Tallulah (QSMP), TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)

Relationships: Alexis | Quackity/Wilbur Soot, Alexis | Quackity & Wilbur Soot & Tallulah (QSMP), Alexis | Quackity & Tallulah (QSMP), Wilbur Soot & Tallulah (QSMP), Fundy & Wilbur Soot, Alexis | Quackity & Fundy, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Alexis | Quackity & TommyInnit, TommyInnit & Fundy, Tallulah (QSMP) & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Floris | Fundy & Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit are Siblings, Dragon Hybrid Tallulah (QSMP), TommyInnit is Fundy and Tallulahs uncle, Duck Hybrid Alexis | Quackity, Winged Alexis | Quackity, Alexis | Quackity Speaks Spanish, Tallulah (QSMP) Is Fluent In Spanish, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Family Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Rated T for TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Child Fundy, Child Tallulah, Child TommyInnit, Author Is Sleep Deprived, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Tommy is a middleschooler, Fundy is a middleschooler, Established Relationship, Established Wilbur Soot/Alexis | Quackity, Married Alexis | Quackity/Wilbur Soot, Raccoon Hybrid TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Fox Hybrid Floris | Fundy, :), no beta we die like my sleep schedule, great wolf lodge, casino - Freeform, Gambling, Tallulah is a middleshcooler, Fundy and Tallulah are twins, Trans Male Character, Trans Floris | Fundy, Trans Male Floris | Fundy, Southpark refrences :D, Bluey (Cartoon 2018) References, Minor Phil Watson | Philza, He is not much of a character in the story, just shows in the beginning, Fundy is bad at Mario kart, Tallulah is a god at Mario Kart, Platonic Cuddling, References to Be More Chill, Bo Burnham References

#ao3feed #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #crimeboys #crime boys #crimebois #crime bois #mcyt #This is an automated process #If you see any fic that breaks boundaries #or the fic is yours and you don't want it shared send an ask #it will be looked at and removed if need be

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meili-sheep · 1 year

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Itto and Bully The Fatui Brigade. He fits in quite nicely I'd say. Here's a few mini little things (can be IttoLuc) and possibly brain rot.

Itto: Ayato!!! My bro!!! Didn't know you need the little flame!

Yelan: *whispering to Ayato* He has no idea of how high of a rank you are doesn't he?

Ayato: *whispering back* yep and I don't plan on telling him. He has the chaoticness and energy for this. Just don't leave him and baby (referring to Diluc) alone. Not for those reasons.

Shenhe: *muttering* hmmm.... Friendly, check. Chaotic buddy no.2, check. Tsaritsa item, no- needs to get that soon.

Diluc just being sat behind them like 'why do that have to be like Kaeya....' (Very overprotective)

Itto: Little Flame!!! There you are!!!!

Itto is moving past the three and instantly putting Diluc in him lap and cuddling him. Diluc jestering the other three to join. they do. 10/10 recommend. Very cozy and warm. Mooncarver(??? Not sure if it her but the kbe who trained Shenhe) seeing there's potentially another member.

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Diluc: *clearly sleep deprived and the brigade happen to be in Sumeru (if you don't count Itto, he doesn't have an item from the Tsaritsa so he ain't an official member)* *an adorable little gasp* PUPPY!!! (There's four adult rifthounds and those that are native to Sumeru {dunno their name})

Ayato + Yelan: No!!!! You'll most likely be killed (them knowing he'll go anywase, he basically has a death wish and he'll tame them anywase)

Itto: nu uh! You ain't going anywhere little flame! (Itto grabbing his waist ove this arms)

Diluc: *looks like a defeated child* b-but its a puppy.... And its adorable

Shenhe: *being the good sister she is. Brings back to rifthounds and those things*

Yelan: I forgot about her.... We're dead. We can't kill them cuz Luc will be angry for who knows how long and will most likely be killed in Sneznaya.... Again...

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Shenhe + Diluc + Itto: *in Liyue trying to create a copy of the jade chamber that about twice the hight of Itto sideways. They succeed and everyone just sees a mini version of the Jade chamber crash into the main Fatui Camp*

Ninnguang: Yelan. I question how you know them

Keqing: Yelan! They should not be doing this!

Ganyu: Yelan... They're most likely alright but I kind of feel bad for the Fatui

Yelan: listen. Im essentially a single mother to four chaotic people. Ayato is surprisingly the easiest to deal with

Ayato: *sat on the ground making weird boba and other food things*

Ningguang: *lightly under her breath* bye bye Teyvat...

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*The Test of Courage*

Itto: *the brigade but Ayato since they were tasked with scaring everyone* alright.... We just have to scare everyone... How about we use our visions to make invisible traps.

Itto: Shenhe, your tasked with making flouting spirit things.

Shenhe: got it *runs in a direction*

Itto: Yelan, your tasked with hiding in the trees and use your vision to create flouting lanterns

Yelan: yep... I'll add a few of my own things tho

Itto: now! Me and you can set up mini little death scenes since you can use pyro to burn areas and wood for 'disposing of the body' part and I can create Geo structures to create fake weapons!!!

Mika: A-are you sure this is- ekk!!! *A flouting spirit went past him and clang onto Kaeya*

Kaeya: Interesting....

Paimon: eekkk!!!! Traveler!!! Heizou!!!! There's a burnt corpse here!!!!! *Paimon went to the Traveler and clang onto his/her arm*

Heizou: seems like Ayato is trying to hide something....

Traveler: it smells like burnt wood... I believe its a fake prop

Heizou: *sniffing the air* seems like it...

Thoma: My lord asked us to take part with a smirk

Ayaka: I don't know what he's doing but we can ask him after this is over. F-flouting L-lanterns!!! *Crack* *thud* *someone running away while screaming "RUN WHILE YOU CAN!!! THE LANTERNS ARE MADE OUT OF MY FRIENDS SOULS!!! RUN!!!"

Thoma: *Ayaka scared and staying behind him*

-after the test of courage-

Ayaka: brother!!! You didn't tell us anything about this!!!! Can you explain everything to us!!!!

Ayato: well... I assigned my friends to do some scaring but I don't know ehat they did. Hoe about you ask them *nudging his head towards the brigade

Thoma: which one of you organized the scares..?

Itto: I assigned everyone to do their own task!!! Shenhe's being to create spirit things to go past people! Yelans was to create flouting lanterns and she did say she was going to do her own thing. And me and Little Flame created a fake crime scene for more scares!!

Ayaka: brother!!! Your crazy! Atleast give them a rulebook to go by!!!

Thoma: my lord. Im Going with what my lady says.

Ayato: I was watching the entire time so things don't go to out of hand

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-The Brigade in the Kamisato Estate-

Ayato: Thoma. You've known baby or Luc since you were children correct?

Diluc: *mentally* oh no.....not the embarrassing story's!!!

Thoma: I can recall alot of them. Im assuming you want them to be told?

Yelan + Itto: Yes!!!

Itto + Yelabln: *teasing Diluc*

Shenhe: *snickering with a small smile*

Ayato: *trying to not burst out laughing*

Diluc: *an embarrassed blushing mess*

The test of courage in my head for Bully The Fatui Brigade as them scaring people. I wanna know how its like for them being the contestants.

Now im going to leave you alone for a while (for the one above you can create a few story's)

Im obsessed with Bully The Fatui Brigade... Ive Read though every single one.... Something is wrong with me...

Honestly, Shenhe and Itto are like side members. They aren't bullies enough, particularly towards the fatui. So they are like supports.

And I love this being Ittoluc.

Together for the Test of course honestly would be great I imagine like a good school festival episode lmao.

#itto #arataki itto #shenhe #shenhe genshin impact #Bully the Fatui Brigade #diluc ragnvindr #diluc #kamisato ayato #ayato #yelan #yelan genshin impact

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twistedrunaway · 2 years

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Will he get her?

Chapter 7 - part one

I had been in the lab all day, in an effort to avoid a certain flame guy and now I just felt like sleeping, but first I had to deal with Dabi since he was strapped to my bed. Seriously? What the hell was wrong with this guy?

“What are you doing?” I asked him and he looked my way. I was still standing in the doorway, rooted at place, because of the view of him. His half naked body was laying on top of my covers and with his wrist chained to my headboard.

“Testing these things out.” He told me smirking and I eyed the things on his wrist again. It may or may not have been those leather bondage cuff things I saw when I slept in his room.

“You have you own bed for that.” I told him and he just smiled at me.

“I don’t have a headboard with posts like you.” I crossed my arms at his words. I have had enough of this guy.

“Playtime is over. Get out.” My voice was a little harsher than intended, but I just wanted to get rid of him.

“Forgot the key.” His smirked got slightly flirty and I rolled my eyes at him. Turned on my heel and walked out the door. And he was yelling which draw to look for as I walked out, but I already knew. In his room I just yanked it out, taking the entire bondage drawer with me and walked back into my room. The door closed behind me, because I open it with a little too much force, making it hit the wall and then the force from that made it close. I stalked over to the bed and put the draw down. He was just smirking at me, as I looked through the content in it. My eyes landed on the little metal clamp just as my fingered brushed over it and an idea sort of formed in my head. I picked up the clamp and showed it to Dabi, raising my eyebrow at him. And he just did the same thing while also keeping his smirk intact. With quick movements I leaned forward and clamped it down on his right nipple and he hissed. Then as he opened his mouth to say something I shoved the ball-gag into it, and he looked at me surprised. I raised my eyebrow at him again and he slowly leaned forward with his head, and I fasten the clasp behind his head. His eyes were trained on me as I looked through the content again and then I pulled out the silk blindfold. And just like before I looked at him with a raised eyebrow and he leaned forward. Now deprived of both his voice and his sight I looked down at him. Who would have thought that big bad Flame-O was the submissive type? I looked over his bondage stuff and then back at him. Some of the stuff I had no idea how to use. Didn’t even knew what it was. As for the rest. I didn’t know if I could do it. I was a virgin because I was afraid of what would happen if I lost control of my quirk, which would most likely happen at some point doing sex. So, I had always thought that bondage would be a way to explore, to have some sort of intimacy with someone and especially if I was the one in charge. And right now, I was in control with Dabi. I could do whatever I wanted, and he wasn’t going to complain. And I wasn’t just saying that because he was gaged, but because I could literally feel his anticipation. But even with him at my mercy and willing, I couldn’t do it. But I also wasn’t going to let him completely of the hook either. So, I crawled onto the bed and as it dipped Dabi moved ever so slightly. I put my right leg across his torso and then straddled his hips. My hands coming down to rest on his lower stomach and he arched slightly of the bed. My weight preventing him from moving to much. Okay this was my one chance to explore him a little, because I wasn’t going to give myself another chance. I lifted one hand of him and then started to trace the outline of his six pack.

#mha x reader #bnha dabi #dabi my hero academia #dabi smut #dabi x reader #dabi x you #mha dabi #mha smut #mha x oc #mha x you #mha fanfiction #mha toya #todoroki touya #dabi todoroki #touya x reader #bnha todoroki #dabi x y/n

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springvaletales · 2 years

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((Session 34-A is wrapped!))

We started without Asahi’s Player and Bagelby’s Player, as one had been to an intense concert the night before, and the other was just plain tired.

Sleep is good. I will never fall anyone for choosing sleep.

The party woke up early the next morning to get ready to cross the border, and packed up their little camp.

It’s been decided that Bagelby and Asahi had a rager with the camp next door and are sleeping too hard to be woken up.

They’ve been thrown over the horses so they don’t get left behind.

August struck up conversation with a Dragonborn family in the line ahead of them, and tried to gently and inconspicuously prove for information on Salance and what it’s like. The conversation was lovely, but didn’t yield too much information.

Ena noticed the child of the family staring at her, and offered him an acorn and a smile. The child tool the acorn, then pointed to one of the badly drawn wanted posters and loudly told her that they’d “forgotten her antlers”.

Ena promptly told the child that the woman in the poster was her twin, who had been Very Naughty, and thus, had gotten her antlers taken away as punishment.

She then told the child that he, too, might get his horns taken away if he misbehaved too much. The child was terrified, and the family’s grandfather had to disguise his laughter as a coughing fit.

Thiori freaked out that his passport might be traceable, and chugged a few mutagens to increase his speed and grapple-dodging ability, and then had to stand in line, vibrating noticeably, for another ten minutes.

Ena tried to charm the guards with her Fey Presence, flipping her flaming hair and strutting confidently up to the counter, but both border guards rolled too high, and remained unimpressed.

Ena and August both got through the checkpoint with ease, and even convinced the guards that Bagelby and Asahi had partied too hard the night before, and didn’t need to be woken up/sobered up to get their passports checked.

Thiori was sweating bullets, avoiding eye contact, and visibly shaking as he presented his passport, and accidentally jabbed the guard in the chest with it.

Luckily for him, however, the guard rolled a natural 1, and egotistically assumed that Thiori was intimidated by him. After a few tense seconds of torment, the guard let Thiori through.

Once through the crossing, Thiori fell face-down in the dirt and refused to move.

Ena and August had to drag him out of the way by his feet.

Lex - like Ena and August before her - passed through the checkpoint with ease.

Thiori, as the party leaves the border crossing behind: “Oh gods that was so close.”

Ena, who can do Misty Step at will: “You were worried?”

Thiori keeps ending up on the ground and he’s so big and tall that hardly anyone in the party can move him.

August: “It’s not that I can’t lift you, it’s that I don’t want to.”

After traveling for a few hours, the party started noticing little wooden markers with a layered bear carving and a distance marker, and started to follow them.

These little signs lead the party to a large inn called “Werebear’s Rest”, which seems to be quite popular.

On the building’s covered porch stand a series of weapons racks, filled with an assortment of weapons, and a polished sign above every other rack asking patrons to please leave their weapons at the door.

Ena has not used a physical weapon in almost twenty sessions, and honestly forgot she had any.

Sir Carl Jaeger, reading the weapons check sign: “You cannot deprive a noble of his signet rings!”

Lex is also pulling a Gandalf and claiming that her staff is a walking stick.

Thiori and August both placed their weaponry on the racks, as asked, and the magical plaques above the slots filled in with the weapon owners’ respective names.

Thiori: “Huh. That is not my legal name.”

August, overhearing: “It’s not?!”

Sir Carl Jaeger, Wayne, and Zayne remained outside with the horses, and the still-sleeping Asahi and Bagelby while Lex, Thiori, August, and Ena went inside to see if they could get rooms for the night, at least.

The inn floor is incredibly busy, as it’s usual clientele is bolstered by all the refugees and travelers coming over from Morraine, so the innkeeper just yells to the party to find a table, and that a server would be with them shortly.

The party found a table, and, indeed, a server approached them shortly after.

Said server is a bear in a leather apron with flowers stitched into the corner, who stood up on her back legs, took a notepad and pencil out of her apron pockets, and made questioning bear noises at the party.

August asked for a drink menu, and a little more time to decide, and the bear wandered away to serve another table in the meantime.

We wrapped up early bc people were exhausted from various events of the day but we’re fishing to see if another day this week can work for the next session.

#OOC #Quarantine D&D

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ackerfics · 3 years

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slow dance with you — mikasa ackerman

— goth!mikasa ackerman x soft!female reader (modern au)

— warnings: slight mention of alcohol, pure rotten fluff

— summary: after gaining some courage from the drinks she had in the party and from the advice she got from her friends, mikasa is ready to become your girlfriend.

— word count: 3.9k

— author’s notes: i would like to thank the anon who gave me some ideas for goth!mikasa, you are so amazing !! thank you for the small headcanons. and since we’re on the topic of writing abt goth!mikasa, i couldn’t help but pair her up with a classic soft girl who likes to wear pink at every time of the day. this dynamic is based on marceline and princess bubblegum so i hope you enjoy !!

p.s. the reader will have dyed hair here, if this is not your cup of tea, just let this fly by your dash.

listen to this while reading.

“She dyed her hair pink,” came a dazed yet mesmerized tone.

“You’re staring at her again.”

Mikasa jumped on her seat at Eren’s nonchalant observation. She whipped her head to her best friend, his attention directed on his laptop, hands flying across the keyboard as he typed out the next few words in his essay. Noticing the incredulous look the black-haired girl was shooting him, Eren rose an eyebrow before rolling his eyes. Mikasa huffed, crossing her eyes with a subtle hue of red on her cheeks, complimenting her dark lipstick. “I am not staring,” she mumbled. “Shut up, Eren.” She looked away from her subject of interest but continued shooting small glances.

Eren sighed, running his hand through his hair. He was always one of the witnesses of his best friend slash sister being meek around her crush. At first, he was teasing her because not going to lie, Mikasa’s crush is a pretty person but as their years in college made them juniors, Eren will be the reckless idiot that he is (courtesy of Armin) and set Mikasa up. But he liked to live his life out first — Mikasa will probably curse him with that spellbook she bought from the antique bookshop they encountered in their little exploration back when they were first-years. “Mikasa, why don’t you take the chance and confess to her? It’s not going to be the end of the world.”

“If she rejects me? What then?”

“Then that’s the next problem that you will have to face.” The brown-haired boy turned back to his essay. He stared at his laptop screen blankly before spewing out curses. “Now, I forgot what to write next! Damn it.” He picked up his iced coffee and drank from the metal straw as his life depended on it.

Mikasa rolled her eyes at her best friend’s first statement. “Gee, thanks for the advice. It was very much appreciated.”

“Glad to be of help.”

There was a thud on their table that made the two look up from their respective activities. Eren had a scowl on his face because for the nth time this day, he was interrupted from finishing his essay (for fuck’s sake, he doesn’t want to fail Ackerman’s class). Mikasa blinked from scrolling through her crush’s Twitter account (the last post she wrote was about how Levi Ackerman, Mikasa’s relative and everyone’s Anthropology professor) and fixed her attention on their blonde friend, Armin. He looked too bright after a round of morning classes, something that Eren doesn’t comprehend. The blue-eyed young man has always been the rational and genius third of their little group. There wasn’t a time where Armin’s advice got a situation to erupt in flames. It was either the situation became an inferno instead (Eren) or nobody had the guts to do it (Mikasa).

“Hey, guys!” Armin greeted, arranging his side of the table, meticulously placing each component of his lunch in front of him. “How were your morning classes?”

“Shit,” Eren spat out.

“Of course, it is.”

“They were alright,” Mikasa shrugged.

“Figured.” Armin glanced at his friend’s sides of the table, nodding at Mikasa’s balanced lunch while blankly staring at Eren’s laptop. The device should’ve been a good tray of lunch. “I thought you were eating lunch, Eren? That’s what you said in your text.”

“Can’t,” the brown-haired boy huffed. He gestured at his iced coffee without taking his eyes off the laptop. “I guess, this counts as my lunch.”

“When’s that essay due?”

“In about,” Eren looked at the time on his laptop, “three hours. Ackerman is my first period later. That fucking terror professor has no mercy when it comes to this. Can he just piss off for once? Mikasa, do you even tell him to get laid? Because I think that would solve his attitude. I swear to God, he’s getting more pissed every damn day.”

“Wow, I guess getting my short, grumpy, middle-aged uncle to start his sex life will be a nice conversation starter,” Mikasa drawled, half-lidded, bored eyes reading every tweet her crush has posted for the entire week. Mikasa couldn’t help but smile at one post about a new movie her crush just watched, saying that it was now a new favorite. She was tempted to give a heart on every single post but that would it weird because they never followed each other despite the small interactions they shared in between classes. With a sigh, she looked up, only to be met with Eren’s unamused stare. Raising an eyebrow, she asked, “What? Do you think that would work, Eren? Levi is probably a virgin his whole life and will continue his record until he’s all shriveled up.” Eren blanched at the image. “Just finish your homework and stop complaining.”

“I’m trying!”

“You’re not trying hard enough, that’s for sure. If you just started that essay the day he assigned it to your class, you would have finished it way before the deadline.”

Eren pointed at Mikasa with narrowed eyes. “Don’t even go there, Mikasa. I have a life aside from being a sleep-deprived college student.”

“I mean, she’s got a point, Eren.” Armin immediately rose his hands in defense when Eren shifted his glare from the black-haired young woman to him. “You always tend to procrastinate in the most impeccable timing that we sometimes have to remind you of your backlogs. And now, here you are, doing things last minute when you could’ve prevented the rush by doing it immediately.”

“Thanks for slapping the reality to my face, you two,” Eren dryly replied, going back to his essay for the final time. “And by the way, Armin, give Mikasa some solid advice that she will finally follow because she’s making googly eyes at Miss Pretty two tables from us a couple of minutes before you arrived. You know, the love of her life?”

Armin roamed his eyes in the lunch hall and sure enough, there was Mikasa’s goddess sitting with her group of friends. There was that brown-haired girl that was dubbed as the Potato Girl for eating mashed potatoes during Ackerman’s class (the professor told the class his rules of no eating or going out of the room while he’s discussing the moment the girl took a spoonful of her snack). A young man with a buzz cut snorting at what the brown-haired girl said. Armin remembered sharing a class with him. He never got the chance to introduce himself because the young man was sleeping throughout the lecture. There was usually a fourth person in the little group but it seems like he was running late or already in his class. That person was Eren’s sworn frenemy, the reason for that relationship was unknown to this day.

The three people at the table all stood up, the brown-haired girl and the taller young man leading the way. Armin instantly had an idea.

“Hey, [Name]!”

Mikasa nearly had whiplash from turning her head to Armin. “Armin?!” she hissed under her breath, face becoming hotter when you looked at their table, a bright smile lighting up your face. You called your friends, telling them to go on ahead without you, to which they nodded before walking towards the trio’s table. Her brain wasn’t processing the moment you lifted a hand to wave at whoever you were smiling at. Mikasa wished it was her. “Fuck,” she whispered, registering how cute you look. You donned a salmon pink plaid sundress and a white cardigan, matching with the bubblegum pink locks you let down. Her heart was hammering a thousand miles per second and there was no hope of stopping it.

“Hi, Armin,” you replied, stopping a few feet from Mikasa, who looked away from you to fix her wide-eyed stare on her empty plate.

“I was just going to ask if you already have a partner in our Molecular Biology lab?” The blue-eyed young man then turned to Mikasa and Eren. “I’m in the same class as her this year.”

“As if calling her here wasn’t that obvious,” Eren murmured, still typing out his essay.

“I don’t need your dry remarks right now, Eren, don’t want to ruin the atmosphere. So, [Name], you have a partner?”

You shook your head. “I think not. It would be great if we could be partners though. I need a break from the people I’ve been partnered with throughout college.”

He gave you a sympathetic smile. It was true, though. Most of the grouping during your first years of college were all set up by the teachers so the students really had no say on the matter at hand. Even Armin was exposed to a variety of students, most of them being too slacking to participate or too overbearing with their suggestions that they have no plans of doing. He nodded with a smile, “I’ll be sending an email to Professor Zoe about this and we’re done.” He glanced behind you, noticing that your two friends weren’t there anymore. “I’m sorry for holding you up. I’m pretty sure you have a class after lunch. See you around?”

You waved him off. “It’s fine, I told them to go ahead since Sasha has a class scheduled right after lunch and Connie had to nap in his dorm. And I don’t have any class the whole afternoon, except for an online session so yeah, see you around, Armin.” You acknowledge Eren with a nod, to which he responded with a cool expression (as if his mind wasn’t a mess from the cramming), and gave a soft smile to Mikasa, “Bye, Mikasa.” And you were off to your dorm, leaving behind two amused men and an awestruck Mikasa.

The black-haired young woman was hyperventilating the moment you disappeared from the lunch hall, hands clenched on top of her black shorts. She regretted wearing a thin, long-sleeved striped sweater under her black shirt because it was so fucking hot after that encounter. Her entire body was vibrating with too many emotions all at once, short-circuiting until she became a heap of flustered mess in front of her best friends. “Oh, my God,” she muttered like a prayer. She definitely needed one after seeing you all pretty in pink. It was too much for her soul because you two are a perfect match this time. Her grommet belt and choker were not helping because she couldn’t fucking breathe.

“Mikasa, breathe,” Armin reminded beside her. “Yeah, that’s it.”

Once she regained her composure, Mikasa realized she probably looked like a gaping fish. “Oh, my God! I’m so sure that this time, she thinks I’m weird. My name is the only one she mentioned aside from Armin which is saying something because she’s classmates with him. But why did she say goodbye to me? Oh, my God, she’s giving me so many butterflies right now.”

“Your gay is showing,” Eren pointed out calmly.

“Eren, not the time,” Armin murmured, hovering his hands over Mikasa’s back.

“Just wanted to alleviate the tense atmosphere. No need to get so worked up.”

“But, Mikasa, your feelings for her are showing.”

Eren clapped his hands, pointing a finger at Armin. “That, my friend, is a genius observation.”

Ignoring the green-eyed man, Armin continued, “I think it’s time you confess to her. Three years is a pretty long time pining for a person. In the end, her knowing your feelings will be inevitable. That is if you have no plans in letting her know.”

“Of course, I want her to know,” Mikasa murmured, fiddling with the sleeves of her striped long-sleeves.

“I heard that there’s a party this Saturday in Reiner’s frat,” Eren told them, meeting both of his friends’ eyes over the top of his laptop screen. “We’re in the same football team with Jean. The horseface is a friend of your girl,” he nodded at Mikasa, who erupted in a sputter of her crush not being her girl, “okay, not your girl — yet. As I was saying, [Name] is good friends with Jean and if Jean is there, Miss Pretty in Pink will be, too. That’s your chance to ask her out, Mikasa.” He met the blinking gray eyes of his best friend. “The question is, are you up for that?”

“You were staring at her so hard at lunch again.”

You looked up from your book to acknowledge Sasha entering your dorm room after a whole afternoon of packed lectures. The brown-haired young woman was so tired that she immediately plopped on top of her bed on the other side of the room. At first, you didn’t register what she said because you were preoccupied with your book. You chose to indulge the night in a good book because it has been a long time since you’ve done that. With furrowed eyebrows, you asked, “Can you repeat what you said, Sasha?”

Sasha tilted her head to look at you with one eye uncovered by her duvet. Her hair fluttered after puffing out a breath of disbelief. “Oh, don’t pretend that you have no idea, Miss Pretty in Pink.”

“That’s because I didn’t catch what you said,” you replied, gesturing at your novel. “And what’s with that Miss Pretty in Pink nickname? Did some of the students around campus started that?”

“Sort of,” Sasha hummed. She sat up from her bed and took out her phone from her backpack lying on the floor. You watched the whole time she stretched her arm without changing her position on her bed. With her phone in hand, she opened her Twitter account. “Actually, a friend of mine tweeted it, wait, I’m just going to scroll through my Likes tab to find her tweet. Oh, here it is.” Sasha showed you her screen, patiently waiting for you to take the device from her hand to get a closer look. Her hopeful smile turned into a small pout when you made no moves in doing so. “Take my phone and see for yourself.”

You sighed, following her pleas. “It’s probably just someone from the volleyball team. You know how some of them never stopped following me around campus. Can’t they take the hint that they’re not my type?”

“This person is much better than those himbo simps following you around. She’s an amazing person behind that shy exterior of hers.”

You only hummed, blankly staring at your roommate’s phone before your eyes widened in realization. Your eyes skimmed over and over again at the handle, mkackerman, beside the display picture of a short-haired girl in pigtails. It was the girl that managed to capture your attention during your first year at Eldia University. The girl with an air of mystique that the stars are jealous of. You always admired her from afar, appreciating her style each day. But your admiration was getting replaced with something more at the five words she tweeted.

You’re so pretty in pink.

Roses bloomed in your cheeks, complimenting your pink hair the longer you gawked at her short post.

“What?” you breathed out after a full minute of silence.

“Mm-hmm,” Sasha hummed with a smug smile. “And who dyed her hair pink impulsively last weekend?” She intentionally looked at you with sharp eyes, her smile turning into a smirk full of mischief. In actuality, Sasha knew of Mikasa’s crush on you since they were acquainted with each other. It was an embarrassing first meeting between the two, with Sasha latching on a random person’s arm in the station and it turned out to be Mikasa. The two became great friends after that, well, after Mikasa lowered her guard down, leaving her pocket knife safely tucked underneath her checkered skirt. It was Sasha who managed to make Mikasa confess of her undying love for you, the former squealing her heart out in the library. (They were kicked out after that.)

“I don’t know,” you denied. “There could be a couple of people in the campus who thought that spontaneously dyeing their hair pink is an awesome idea.” You threw your hands in the air, giving back Sasha her phone right after.

“Trust me. Mikasa doesn’t have any interest in any other girl other than a special someone I know.”

You chose to ignore her, turning back on the discarded book on top of your covers. The words flew around your mind, aggravating you until you placed the novel on your lap. A defeated sigh came out of your lips. “Okay, let’s go out for some dinner.” You stretched, switching your pajama bottoms for a pair of loose jeans, and leaving your button-down pajama top on. The people in public will never know your top is a part of a pajama set. As you ducked down to roll the bottom of your jeans, you hear Sasha’s bed shuffling. Sitting up, you regarded her with an inquisitive raise of an eyebrow. “Spill it.”

“Oh, alright. Jean told me to bring you to a party.”

You stood up, patting your lap of imaginary dust, placing your things and book inside your tote bag. “Tell him no. I have a written exam coming up and I don’t want to fail one of my majors. He can manage without one person in our friendship group.”

Sasha huffed, mimicking your actions. “This will be the last time!”

“You said that the previous party you pulled me to.” You narrowed your eyes at her. “I couldn’t get up for a whole day because of that party. Don’t forget your wallet.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Sasha threw her wallet in her small bag, throwing the strap over her shoulder. “I promise that this will be the last time, I’ll even call Connie for the witness of my pact!” She placed a heartfelt palm over her chest, lifting her chin a little in the air. “I solemnly swear I am … keeping my promise.”

“You hesitated.”

The brown-haired girl giggled sheepishly, scratching the back of her neck. “It’s kind of hard not to continue the quote from Harry Potter. You can’t blame me for that!”

“I’ll think about it, okay?”

“You better because Mikasa will be there.”

You blinked at her statement. “What does this have to do with her?”

Your roommate looped her arm with yours, pulling you in the direction of the elevators. “Because,” it sounded like she was talking to a child, “you were staring at her earlier during lunch period. I understand that because Mikasa looks so good every second of the day but there was something different about the way you’re staring at her.” She tapped her finger on her chin. “Let me see, there’s some pizzaz there.”

“The pizzaz you’re talking about is me admiring her make-up — nothing more.”

“Whatever you say,” came Sasha’s sing-song voice. “I will be the first one who will say ‘I told you so’ to your face when you two start dating.”

The night of the party was not as bizarre as you thought.

Sure, there were people having shots in the living room but there weren’t any extreme scenarios lying around unlike some of the parties Connie and Jean went to. It was mostly catching up with old friends or making connections with strangers by ranting about the education system of your university. All in all, it was a fun night, yet here you are, holding your cup of beer with two hands as you craned your neck to get a glimpse of Sasha. Your roommate disappeared as you turned to get a shot, leaving a confused you behind. To think you specifically asked Sasha to be by your side throughout the night. You cursed in your head, you being reliant on the presence of others surfacing. Your stress made you tip your head back, downing your drink in a go.

Without anything to do, you leaned back on the wall. Mind hazy, eyes glassy, you searched the living room for a spunky brown-haired girl that you were supposed to be buddies with. Instead of Sasha, you met gazes with a girl with stars for her eyes. She was equally mesmerized as she was staring straight at you. Everything became silent as your heartbeat resonated with hers. She was beautiful in her all-black outfit — a leather pencil skirt over fishnet stockings, cropped tank top, and combat boots. The two of you are contrasting with one another; her lipstick so dark whilst yours shone a pretty coral, her hair framing her face in a midnight pixie cut whilst yours were in pink waves cascading down, her entire appearance blending in the background whilst you were a beacon with your coordinating soft outfit.

God damn it, Sasha was right.

You are definitely falling in love with Mikasa Ackerman.

Mikasa who you saw reading tarot cards of her blonde friend. Mikasa who you bumped into during the opening ceremony two years ago. Mikasa who you discovered to have an affinity for electric guitars when you stumbled in one of the auditoriums, her department’s band having an audition. Mikasa who never meets your gaze because you make her nervous at how effortless you carry yourself.

But tonight, she never looked away from you, her eyes having an adoring yet determined shine.

She stopped in front of you, mere inches separating you two. You looked up at her, her combat boots making her taller than she already is. You saw her eyes flick to your lips, your breath hitching at the thought of having her dark lipstick on any part of your body. With a careful tilt of her head, Mikasa ducked her head a little to fully meet your eyes face to face. “I saw you’re alone,” her voice is still soft-spoken as if she was afraid that she was scaring you. It might be because of the liquid and verbal courage she got from drinking and listening to her best friends because Mikasa had no plans of letting you go tonight. “I thought you needed company.”

A breath came out of your lips, your proximity making Mikasa feel it. “Uhm, if it’s you, I don’t see why not?”

A large smile brightened Mikasa’s face before it dimmed as she lowered her gaze to your lips once more. “I’ve been waiting three years for this.”

Maybe your mind was too hazy with alcohol or it could be because you accepted your feelings for the black-haired girl, so you whispered, lips brushing against hers in the most addicting way possible, “Just kiss me, Mikasa.”

Her lips softly moved against yours in a slow dance, the inches separating you disappearing as Mikasa wrapped an arm around your waist. You lift a hand to cup her jaw, tilting your head to deepen the kiss and to brush your tongue with hers. You felt her shiver, biting your lower lip to make you open up more, with your whimpers tingling her hearing. Mikasa pulled away, trailing firm kisses on the skin where your shoulder meets your neck. Seeing the black kiss mark on your skin, she smiled and placed fluttering kisses on your neck up to your cheek. Opening your eyes, the silver grays in front of you have never been so beautiful. You returned the favor of placing kiss marks. You stood on your tiptoes, feeling Mikasa’s hand steadying you, and left a coral pink mark on the corner of her mouth.

Mikasa dipped her head, placing her lips close to your ear.

“I want to slow dance with you,” she sung to your ear. “I know all the other boys are tough and smooth and I got the blues. I want to slow dance with you.” Mikasa hid a small smile at your flustered expression. “So can I be your vampire queen, Bonnie?”

The moment you said yes, there was a shout in the crowds. “Hell yeah, your plan worked, Eren, Armin!”

You and Mikasa stared at each other with wide eyes before laughing.

“Let’s go ditch this party.”

“Thought you’d never ask, Bonnie.”

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minteyeddevil · 3 years

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“Needed a Break”

Lucifer x MC Liah (Fem!MC)

Smut/NSFT

(phone sex, masturbation; self-indulgent piece cause I am trash for my ship)

With a heavy sigh leaving her, she closed her text book and picked up her D.D.D., checking the time. The white numbers read ‘1:00am’ and she gave a deep groan this time, letting herself fall back onto her pillow. Time had gone by way too fast since she started working on homework that she lost complete track of it and wasted the entire evening. She had sworn she would finish this project in time, especially after not doing so well with her last one; but she didn’t think it would take this long to get it all over and done with. Maybe one more hour and she would be completely done, she thought.

She was interrupted from her thoughts when her D.D.D. began ringing suddenly. The ringtone that played was the one assigned to the eldest of the brothers, the only one who actually had one assigned to them. She picked it up, looking at his image displayed on the screen. What could he be calling about this late at night? Please don't let it be some kind of lecture; was there something she forgot to do? After running through several possibilities in her head, she simply shrugged too herself and answered the phone, letting herself relax against the headboard of her bed.

“Hello? Lucifer? Whatever it is, Mammon did it.”

“Hello, Liah." He chuckled a bit at her quick quip. "I am not calling due to any recent occurrences, I simply assumed you would still be awake at this hour. Burning the midnight oil, hm?”

She gave a dry laugh, looking down at the mess of papers and books on her bed. “Guess you could say that. I did say I would finish my project on time, didn’t I? Being sleep deprived is a small price to pay to get my grades in order." She instantly regretted mentioning sleep deprivation; but he only seemed to hum in response.

“Hm, but you still need your rest so that you can actually pay attention in class." Ah, there it is. "Sleeping through lecture would not suit our proper exchange student, now would it?”

She rolled her eyes, but it wasn't lost on her that there was a tease to his tone of voice this time, instead of the usual stern and matter-of-factually way he would speak. “I know I need to sleep, and I plan on doing so once I am done here, which will hopefully be soon. But, sir,” she teased, treading lightly, "don't you think it's rather against your standards to keep me busy on the phone?"

There was silence on his end of the line for a moment, and she feared she may have over-stepped; but his deep chuckle made her suck in a deep breath. “I suppose you are correct. To be quite honest with you," he added on a sigh, "I decided to call because I...simply desired to hear your voice.”

She was taken aback by this, completely caught off guard. She flushed slightly as well, shifting the phone from one ear to the other as she curled up against her headboard further. “R-really? That...doesn’t really sound like something you would do, Lucifer. Normally you are buried in your work, so I wouldn't expect you to...want to listen to me talk.”

On the other end of the phone, Lucifer sat back in his chair and ran a hand down his face, looking over the stack of papers that were currently set in front of him. “Mm, truthfully I found myself actually seeking distraction, believe it or not. I still have an immense amount of paperwork that needs tending to, and Mammon certainly added to this issue with his stack of bills he decided to neglect, and found their way onto my desk. In seeking said distraction, you were actually the first thing that came to mind, hence me calling you.” He was silent for a moment suddenly. “Does that bother you that I called for something so selfish and ridiculous?”

She sat up quickly, hugging the phone to her cheek as if she was trying to hug him through the device. “No, not at all! It’s just...unexpected is all. I don’t mind being on the phone with you. Especially if I am helping you take a break from your work for a bit," she added on a small giggle.

“That reply makes me quite happy,” he admitted on a soft chuckle. He leaned forward on his desk, picking up a stray paper and looking it over before just placing it right back down, not bothering to read it. “Thank you for humoring me. Are you going to continue working on your project while we talk?”

She looked down at the mess of books and papers, frowning deeply. “Actually I’d rather pay attention to talking to you for now, if you don’t mind. It’s nice taking a break from work, don’t you think?”

He sighed, crimson eyes closing as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I suppose. Though I have so much I need to get done for Diavolo…”

“Your loyalty to him knows no bounds,” she interrupted him, not wanting him to dwell and regret taking this much needed break, however long it would be. “But you still deserve time to let yourself rest, Lucifer. Running yourself ragged all the time isn’t good for your health, demon or not.”

He hummed his agreement, nodding. He let himself recline once more in his chair, smiling softly. “Yes, you’re right, little lamb.”

She froze for a moment before a shudder ran up and down her spine. Little lamb? Did he just use a pet-name when referring to her? That was the first time she had ever heard him say something like that to her, and she was so thrown at the fact that she honestly liked it. She especially didn't know how to reply to it, and stayed silent on her end of the line; so silent that Lucifer thought she had hung up.

“Liah? Are you still there?”

She snapped out of her daze, shaking her head and feeling the heat in her cheeks against the coolness of the phone screen. “Yes, yes I’m here! Sorry I just...um," she worried her lower lip with her teeth, "you've never called me anything other than 'Liah' before, so it took me a bit by surprise. Not that it bothered me or anything!" she scrambled, the flush only heightening and spreading to the tips of her ears.

He cleared his throat. "Forgive me if I did over-step-"

“No! Actually, um, I...quite like it," she admitted, subconsciously scratching at her lower lip with the nail of her index finger.

He allowed himself a smile for a moment, and switched the phone to his other ear. “Then I will continue to call you as such, my little lamb.” He heard a small squeak from her end of the line and a mumbled agreement, making his smile only widen. How cute she was when she was flustered by him, he thought. He found it rather endearing how her face would turn almost as red as a tomato when he would catch her off guard with his quips and retorts; this situation being the most recent. He gave a small laugh. “It’s rather entertaining getting you flustered, I have to admit," he teased, "I wonder...could I possibly fluster you further by telling you some things I have been thinking about you as of late?”

He felt rather bold at this point, considering it didn't seem she would be turning him down. She was always so receptive to his gestures and slight flirtation; would he be stepping too far over the line with the current thoughts he wished to share? He'd be lying to himself if he said he didn't want to see where it could take things; but he honestly did not foresee the phone call getting to this point to begin with.

The way his tone of voice seemed to deepen, almost become suggestive, made her knees weak. She had always harbored a flame for the Avatar of Pride, but for things to escalate this quickly? Was she dreaming?

Her sudden silence however gave him pause, and he began to back-pedal, worried that he did indeed over-step this time. He cleared his throat once more, and she could hear the shuffling of papers in the background. "I didn't mean to tease so harshly, Liah. Forgive me, I will let you go back to your school work-"

"Wait, wait Lucifer, no, please don't hang up!" She sounded frantic and he paused, listening. She was sitting upright in her bed, clutching tightly onto the phone as she licked her lips before choosing her next words.

“What have you been thinking about me, Lucifer?”

He swallowed. "Are you truly sure you wish to know?"

"Yes. Please."

"Swear to me you will not regret this."

She felt her heartbeat pounding in her ears. "I swear, Lucifer."

She heard a slight hitch in his breathing, and his voice seemed to deepen as he spoke to her. “I’ve been thinking about how you would look sitting snugly on my lap as I worked, my cock buried deep inside you while you weren’t allowed to move. I’ve imagined you underneath my desk, mouth wrapped around me as you whimper and moan for me…”

Her own breathing hitched, and she sucked in a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh. She let herself fall onto her bed, rolling onto her side as she held the phone tightly to her ear. "Have you really been thinking that way about me?"

"To be quite honest, it's practically an every day occurrence at this point," he admitted on a small laugh. She squealed, burying her face in her pillow, feeling her heart leap in her chest. "Is it bad that that makes me...actually quite happy to know?" she asked shyly, rubbing her thighs together as the thoughts he just shared filled her head.

“I suppose not. But, I truly wish to know...what do you think about me, my little lamb?”

She could feel the heat in her face spread to her chest, and a secondary heat grown hotter between her thighs. She swallowed and admitted to him, “I think about you coming into my room at night and having your way with me. About you punishing me for not doing my school work by s-spanking me and fucking me into oblivion..." She gasped and hid her face her pillow. "Oh this is so embarrassing to share with you, Lucifer!”

He laughed, and the sound only made the warmth in her belly grow. “Don't be embarrassed, please. I truly enjoy knowing you think about me in the ways I think about you. It makes me genuinely happy, and, I must admit, incredibly turned on." His last few words seemed to come out on a growl, and she whimpered beside herself.

"Liah,” his voice seemed to boom in her ear suddenly, stern and demanding. “I want you to touch yourself while on the phone with me.”

She whimpered once more, and he had to bite back a groan at hearing her. He continued, “I want to hear the little noises you make when you touch yourself and hear the sound of you coming undone. Please.”

She swallowed her nerves. “Okay. I will...as long as I get to hear you in return.”

Another deep chuckle. "Of course you will." She could hear the rustling of clothing and the sound of metal hitting the floor; she pictured him scooting forward in his chair, unbuckling his pants with one hand and pulling his belt free of the loops in one go. On his end of the phone, he was palming himself through his slacks, before undoing the zipper to let his cock free of its confines.

Her hand slipped into her shorts and underneath her underwear, finding her folds already wet. She keened softly when her fingertip touched her clit, drawing tight circles around the sensitive nub. “I’m...I’m touching myself now, Lucifer…”

“I love how my name sounds in your lust-ridden voice, my little lamb,” he groaned, wrapping his hand around his cock and giving himself a few shallow strokes, “I want you to imagine me between your thighs, imagine that I am the one who is touching you and bringing you pleasure.”

She moaned, closing her eyes to picture him above her, doing to her what her hand was. “L-Lucifer...I wish you were here with me though,” she whined, speeding up the tight circles on her clit before dipping her fingers into her entrance.

“I will be soon, but for now let me enjoy listening to you. Keep thinking of me, pinning you down on your bed and fucking you hard like you wish for me to.” He tightened his grip a bit, pumping himself a bit faster, in time with how he was imagining her fingers to be moving.

Hearing him curse was such a rarity it sent a jolt down her spine and straight to her cunt. She gave a wanton moan, loud and high in his ear. He continued. “Once I get my hands on you, no other demon will be allowed to touch you. I will mark you all over and claim you as my own.”

She could hear his breathing come in small pants and she imagined him leaning back in his chair, free hand pumping his cock hard and fast, in time with her own stroking fingers. “Lucifer...please, may I cum?” she cried, feeling her toes begin to curl and that tingling, numbing sensation begin to take over her limbs.

He smirked to himself. “Yes, you may, little lamb. Cum for me.”

His words pushed her over the edge, her fingers sliding into her entrance as she came around them, rocking her hips against her own hand. She heard him grunting and panting on his end, imagining him cumming all over his desk, his hand gripping his cock tightly. There was a moment of silence, that was shortly followed by a defeated sigh.

“I...may have gotten carried away there.”

She giggled. “Did you make a mess on some important papers?”

“I blame you for this,” he practically snarled; yes, he certainly did. She simply smiled against the phone. “Are you going to come punish me for it, then?”

“You better be prepared for it,” he growled, and soon hung up the phone.

She smiled and sat up on her bed, looking excitedly at the door as it was soon swung up by a very hungry looking demon.

“Now, where were we?”

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once-upon-a-scenario · 4 years

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Being their Soulmate: Dabi, Tomura, Himiko, Keigo

Reupload because tumblr is back on its bs ^^ Warning: a n g s t. Soulmate AU where you share a matching mark/tattoo with your soulmate. Also references to Dabi is a Todoroki theory *Minor edits made to Tomura’s part (changed “sensei” to “teacher”) because I wrote this when I was sleep-deprived and forgot that I generally just prefer translating honorifics when at all possible. Dunno why, just a personal preference thing ^^;; Also fixed some formatting things + added a line to Toga’s part _____ Dabi:

The first thing Dabi does to announce his birth to the world is to take his flames to the tender flesh of his arm and slowly, painfully sear away the few lines of his soulmark that remain visible. There’s a method to burying your past- cutting off old bonds is just part of the process. In time, he forgets what the mark looks like. (They say you can’t defy the pull of a soulbound; well, Dabi was born to cheat fate.) Sometimes he wakes up from dreams where he could swear he saw you, but your face is blurry in the aftershock of the visions, and he never quite remembers what it was like- the color of your hair, the way you smiled or cried. He doesn’t want to. He seeks to destroy and if he does, you should go down too, turning to ashes with the rest of this thrice-damned world. Soulmates might have mattered to Touya if Touya had been allowed to care about such things. Dabi is not Touya. Dabi will burn you, the last piece of himself that he can’t control, the last string that keeps him tied to destiny. When he meets you at last, he’ll greet you as a stranger. Tomura:

His mark is on the left side of his chest, right over his heart. It forms remarkably early- his mother says he came out of the womb with it. It’s warm to the touch and pulses, oddly, step by step with a foreign heartbeat. He grows up with a habit of laying his hand on his chest, pretending he can feel you, and that you can hear him. The warmth leaves after his family dies. You’ve abandoned him, his teacher says. Just like everybody else. Soulmates, like heroes, exist only to feed false hopes. And because teacher is always right, Tomura ignores the mark on his chest, learns not to look at it and agrees to cover it up. It’s years later when he meets you, though, and when he looks into your eyes for the first time, he can’t pretend that the mark doesn’t burn- warmth exploding like fire in his chest until it hurts to look at you, hurts to recognize you. You left me, is the first thing your soulmate tells you. You left me alone. Toga:

When she’s seven, she smears blood from her scraped knee on her mark, tracing its lines in red. It’s so pretty. She loves it. She loves you, wherever and whoever you are. Her parents pry her hands away from the mark, wiping off her fingers and sticking a band-aid on her wound. Nobody wants a freak like you, nobody wants a soulmate in love with their blood, but she doesn’t believe them because she loves you and she knows you love her. You’re with her always, carved into her skin. She loves her mark. She loves you. It’s so deeply romantic, isn’t it? She smears blood on your face the first time you meet, and when you greet her with a smile instead of a flinch, she’ll laugh aloud in joy. This is it- even freaks get to be loved sometimes. After all, she’s an idealist at heart. Keigo:

Heroes are born and bred in sacrifice. It’s for a greater good that Keigo lets you go. He’s barely thirteen when it happens, but they tell him it’s the best thing to do. It’s how hero life is, one way, tunnel vision, a light at the end and darkness all around. There are procedures for this kind of thing nowadays. His skin, they tell him, looks as smooth and even as if the mark was never there. He wonders if he should miss it. Then again, he never felt it, never spent hours staring at it and tracing its outlines like normal people are said to do, never even really looked at it. The shoulders are an inconvenient location for a mark, especially when you have wings. (He lets you go without ever having known you, and if- when- he meets you, neither of you will know. It’s a painless sort of death, a candlelight silently flickering out in the nighttime, and you may see Hawks on TV but you’ll never know Takami Keigo, who was meant to be yours but flew away.)

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snlhostharry · 3 years

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crooked love

harry x reader

1.5k words

you and harry are broken up, he lives down the block and something has you up at three in the morning.

a/n: yes this is based on I wish you would by Taylor Swift, yes everyday I think about what would’ve happened if harry had pulled the car over <3

It’s way too early to be awake. You’re not quite sure what time it is, but it’s early enough that the sun shows no signs of rising to signal the morning. You have to go to work in a few hours, but you can’t sleep. Something is keeping you awake, something keeps drawing you towards your bedroom window. You lean against the headboard and let out a sigh, you’re mind drawing back to the one thing you don’t want to think about. It’s one of those nights where you lie awake and let yourself think too much about all the mistakes that you’ve made, the things you didn’t say, and the things that you did.

You refuse to believe that Harry Styles is your one that got away. Mostly because it’s cliche, to have some celebrity be your one that you regret letting walk right out of the door (he actually got into his car and drove away but still), the whole thing sounds like an over-romanticized version of a story told in some books and fantasies by fangirls. It’s also to avoid the truth, the truth that if he came to your door right now and said that he wanted you back you would say yes, you would forget everything and you would say that you were sorry. There’s so many things to apologize for, there are so many things to say but the words die on the tip of your tongue, and the thought of texting or calling leaves your fingers paralyzed.

He did say, “Maybe one day you’ll call me, and tell me that you're sorry too,” in his song. You think the song is beautiful, but you can’t listen to it anymore. Instead your content just staring out the window at what you’ve discovered is three am, thinking about how he bought that house just down the block from your apartment, thinking about what he must be doing right now.

You look down at the street, the morning fog hovering just above the road, the streetlights barely illuminate the grass on either side. It all looks haunted, just like you are, because if you look down at the sidewalk you can see him still standing there. Like a ghost, the memory of that moment stays with you, even though it's been a year, and even though there have been other guys since then. There’s just something about the kind of emotion contained in that moment, the kind of love that makes you fall so hard and fast, that pushes every button, so much so that there’s only one possible way it can end: in flames. The kind of raw emotion carried in the way that you screamed at him, and he stood there taking it until he just couldn’t anymore.

“You never loved me!” You scream. The force of your anger could shake the streetlights if you allowed it to, if you had enough power to show him. “You forgot about me like it was nothing, all you cared about was your career, and who you were going to be seen with.”

“I love you,” He says, the eerie calmness in his voice counteracting the abject emotion in yours. At the time you’d taken that to mean that he didn’t care about you, that you loved him more than he could ever love you, that here you were again stuck wounded out in the cold. Everyone could see you bleeding, he could see you bleeding. “I love you, now. I don’t know what I can do to make you believe that.”

“You should’ve been here!” You tell him, “That’s how you show me! You show me by being here, instead of out somewhere with some girl instead of just calling me.” He doesn’t say anything, “All I see is that I mean nothing to you.”

“Are you just going to keep yelling at me?” He asks, his voice harsh. “Can we have a conversation? Can I come in?”

You cross your arms, “No.”

“y/n-”

“No. I am so angry with you right now, if I let you in I might just kill you and hide the body.”

He throws his arms in the air in frustration, “Fine! If you’re not even going to try to listen to me, then I’m going to go home.”

“Then go home, or go out or do whatever you want.”

He looks at you and shakes his head. You don’t move to go in, you stand there, watching him get into his car and at last watching him leave. The anger rising in your chest destroys all taste of reason, in hindsight you shouldn’t have let him leave like that. You shouldn’t have let him think that you hated him so much that you would never speak to him again.

Time keeps marching on. You stand at the window now, but somehow you're also still standing on the sidewalk watching his car drive down the road and disappear into oblivion. This has been a ritual the last couple of days, you waking up with a strange kind of sleeplessness, staring out at the street stuck between two moments that are in complete juxtaposition to one another. There was a week where he would call you everyday, sometimes twice a day, and you always hung up. You wish now that you would’ve picked up the phone.

How long is it going to take you to admit that you’re waiting for him at the window? He has that house down the street, and sometimes you swear you see his new car drive down the street with its windows down. It makes your heart skip a beat everytime because sometimes you convince yourself that it’s not his car, that he’s in his house with some model not even thinking about you in the slightest. Other times, you wish that he would just pull over and knock on your door.

A car passes by the window, the headlights momentarily illuminating your room. You take that as a sign that you should go back to sleep, so you lay down in the bed again, trying to stop your spiralling thoughts. But the room is illuminated again with white headlights and you sit up. A car is pulled over next to the sidewalk, and suddenly the door opens. You grab your phone, ready to call the police to report an intrudenter but when the figure stands under the light of the lamppost you almost drop your phone to the floor.

The next thing you know you’re standing outside the door, hands shaking as you reach for the doorknob. You know exactly what’s behind it, but you think you might be dreaming, or subject to sleep deprivation. Suddenly, your hand is on the doorknob and you finally open it.

Harry Styles looks the same. The same as he did on Instagram last week, the same as he did in his contact photo (him smiling like an idiot on a beach in italy) and the same as he did when he got into the car and drove off, a fact which sends a chill down your spine. What is this? Whos’ to say that even if he is here to say sorry or to ask you to try again that there's even a chance that it would work out this time?

“Hi,” He says semi awkwardly as he stands there.

You lean against the doorframe, “It’s early.”

“I know,” He runs a hand through his hair. “I didn’t know if you would be awake.”

“Funny story,” You say, “I’ve been awake for an hour.”

He half smiles, “So have I.” A pause. “I have to tell you something.”

“You’ve been driving past my house for the past week, with your windows rolled down, yeah?”

“How did you know?”

“Recognised your car,” You say, “From when I drove past your new place.”

“Oh.”

“You wrote a song about me,” You break the silence, “And you bought a house a block away from me.”

“I’ve been thinking about you.”

You cross your arms, “No shit.” You relent, “I’ve been thinking about you too. To the point where I stare at my phone, and I think about calling you.”

“I called a lot.”

“You did,” You say with a sigh. “I’m sorry for screaming at you, you didn’t deserve that.”

“I thought you hated me,” He says.

As much as you’ve selfishy imagined the moment he showed up at your door, and you were able to tell him all of the things you should’ve said that night, standing here with it actually happening throws you for such a loop that you don’t know what to say. “The life you live can be overwhelming,” You tell him, “I was mad because I was confused, and I miss you.” You keep going, “I constantly miss you. I was mad for awhile, and then I started missing you. Then I got mad at myself because I realized I was going to have to spend the rest of my life missing you.”

“And I drove past your house everyday for a month,” He smiles.

“And I was sitting at the window when you pulled up,” His words finally hit you after he says it, “Wait a month?”

He laughs, “Can I come in now?”

“Yes.”

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