#but I’m afraid it’s starting to become like purgatory
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#bloo’s art :)#qsmp fanart#qsmp badboyhalo#qsmp bbh#badboyhalo#badboyhalo fanart#I love the prison arc so far#it’s been so fun ngl-#but I’m afraid it’s starting to become like purgatory#especially on Twitter ngl#I like tumblr better y’all are so nice and chill <3#hugs and kisses for you all#but yeah#not gonna cry during the qsmp break no no#(I’m lying)
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So here’s the scenario (sorry, I’m rusty at writing):
Fitpac reunite! It’s all cheery and fluffy and Fit isn’t too worried about how exactly Pac got back because he’s back, just like he knew he would be.
And then there’s the portal. Dark stone and dark matter; inactive for now.
He asks Pac about it, and Pac becomes a little quiet and uncertain: he doesn’t really know what it’s doing there, a part of him didn’t want to think about it, but it is there and it’s weird and there’s a black chest with a book.
He picks it up and reads it… and goes still and silent.
”What’s it say, Pac?”
Pac doesn’t say a word; he just starts moving. He puts down the boat in the water and Fit has to hop in quick before Pac drives off without him.
“Wh- Pac! Is everything okay? Are you- what did the book say? Where are we going?”
Pac doesn’t respond. His expression is unreadable.
When they arrive at their destination, Pac keeps moving, and Fit keeps following him. He’s walking quickly, like he’s trying to shake Fit off, but he’s not doing a very good job; Fit knows that if Pac really wanted him gone he’d be going a lot faster (or is he just trying to act ‘normal’?)
And then there’s the portal. The massive one, framed in nether blocks, with tendrils of dark matter spilling around it; inactive for now. Pac mumbles something in Portuguese- he doesn’t seem at all surprised that it’s there.
“Is this where the book was taking you, Pac?”
Silence for a moment. Then Pac finally says, “Do you trust me, Fit?”
“Yes. Of course.”
“Do you care about me?”
Fit tries to respond but he can’t, because there’s a growing pit in his stomach, and now Pac’s looking at him, and there’s this sharp, purposeful air about him, and Fit knows what he’s really asking and it’s a question he can’t answer.
“I trust you, Fit,” Pac continues, “I trust you and I care about you. I care about you a lot, you know? You’re the person I care about most on the island.” With every sentence, he takes a step closer, and maybe Fit’s brain goes a little bit fuzzy when Pac’s this close, but he doesn’t think that’s why he feels so confused. Something is very wrong: Pac’s voice and his face don’t match up, like he’s teasing Fit, but at the same time he’s dead serious.
He can only stutter and stare at Pac as he draws closer. There’s a pause. Then Pac smiles, small and coy and artificial. He takes a step back and turns his attention back towards the portal.
“So maybe… maybe this can be our little secret?”
“…Seems to be more than just a little secret, Pac,” Fit replies, thankful to have a reason to break eye contact, “and you’ve never been the type to keep secrets. Not for the important stuff.”
“Don’t you want a secret, Fit? Something that only the two of us knows, just the two of us? Fit?”
“Uh-“ Before Fit can respond, he feels Pac’s hand touching his upper arm; he looks back and sees Pac looking at him with sadness and desperation.
“Fit… please?” His voice is small, sad and trembly. “Don’t you trust me? Don’t you care about me?”
“Yeah! Yes, I… trust you. Okay? I promise, our secret. I won’t tell anyone else, Pac. I promise.”
The heartbroken anguish surrounding Pac evaporates immediately as he releases Fit’s arm, giving Fit another big smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. Then Pac pulls out his warp stone and teleports away without another word.
(Fit takes a mental screenshot before rejoining him. He doesn’t know if he’ll show anyone yet.)
When Fit warps to Ilha Chume Labs, Pac is stood up on the prison wall he built, humming to himself as he breaks the barbed wire fence.
“Y’know, I was gonna take all this down before Purgatory happened,” he explains. “Actually, I think Purgatory was really good, in a way, cause I got to fight Cell, and that made me feel a lot better, you know? I’m not so afraid of him anymore.”
“Um. Yeah. That’s- that’s great, Pac.” Fit means it, but he’s a little preoccupied. “Pac, are we… not gonna talk about what just happened?”
“What’re you saying? Nothing happened.” Pac looks genuinely clueless as he responds. Fit can’t tell if he’s playing dumb or if he genuinely doesn’t know.
“…Yeeeeaaaah, nothing happened, Pac. I’m just saying, if something did happen, that was maybe very important, and if you were in trouble or something, it’d be okay if you told me.”
“Aw- thanks, Fit.” Pac turns to go back to his building, then pauses and turns back. “But Fit, it’s fine, because nothing happened, okay Fit? Nothing happened.” There’s a desperate, pleading terror growing in his eyes and this time it’s real. “Nothing happened. Nothing happened. Nothing happened.”
“…Pac, are you in danger?”
“Nope!” Pac shouts, turning back to his work. “That’s why I’m taking the wall down, remember? Because I’m thinking that maybe I’m not as scared of Cell, so I could talk to him, maybe. And I don’t need a wall, cause I fought him in Purgatory, and also you said you’ll protect me, right?”
“Yeah,” Fit replies. “I’ll protect you.”
OHOHOHO OKAY THIS ONE FUCKS SO MUCH
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as the resident cole AND morro guy, uve GOT to have some interesting opinions on wu, so im gonna bite the bullet and ask what u think of my epic guy of all time wu.
I don’t really like or dislike Wu. He’s more so a character to me that is just…there.
He served more as a guide character within the pilots-s2 to sort of introduce us to the lore and world of Ninjago outside of the Ninjas perspective when we weren’t focusing on their world- like Coles father, Jays parents/crush on Nya, Kais ambition towards the green ninja, Nya coming to terms with growing up as a women (saying this as afab), and Zane’s sense of purpose. I’ll get to Lloyd later.
I joke often about Wu forgetting to tell the Ninja about important situations such as the Time Twins, Morro, etc. as most people do, however, I see this more as a fault of the writers than anything else. Characters are bound to be written and expressed differently depending on the writers of the time. This extends to the character of Wu and very noticeably the Ninja throughout the later seasons.
*I’m gonna talk about Cole & Morro a lot but it’ll circle back to Wu I swear.
~ Cole ~
During the beginning of the show we’re introduced to Cole; whom is shown to be somewhat a leader of the group in sense that he’s strong-willed. He’s not afraid of taking down someone who’s threatening the lives of others, but he can easily shed that hard exterior to reveal a caring person. Someone who, later on, is revealed to have had this revelation in childhood as well. He wants to go his own path even if others advise against it.
I believe that Wu did notice this in Cole when Cole was younger. The particular age that Wu started officially training Cole is unfamiliar as the mainline tv show has retconned this a few times while the comics go their own way. Besides that, I don’t believe Wu ONLY wanted to train Cole to become a ninja I believe he wanted to train Cole a certain type of discipline- to pick his battles and to know exactly what he’s fighting for.
I see Cole as someone who would get lost without proper guidance. Someone who has the potential for destruction whether that be internal or external. Someone who fights for what he thinks is right and to help others, but may end up actually hurting those he loves to prove a point.
Cole turning into a ghost is one of the BIGGEST points in his character arc. He sacrificed himself to get the map inside the Temple of Airjitzu thus turning him into a ghost. He accidentally chose his battle incorrectly because he felt obligated morally to help more than he needed too. He knew he was fighting for Ninjago and against Morro, but he didn’t know what he specifically got out of the situation which put him in a type of purgatory. This purgatory is worse than what is normally described, because instead of being cleansed of past sins and mistakes he is substituted to watch himself create more mistakes and “live” through the ones he’s already made without amends. In a perfect world, Cole only realizes he can move forward from his ghostly form if he actively WANTS change.
Wu trying to aid and guide Cole through life so he doesn’t end up like a child he used to teach- only to end up seeing Cole stuck due to circumstances out of his control. Circumstances brought on by someone from the past. Someone who cannot move forward and doesn’t believe in change. Morro.
“I tried to warn you when you were a child
I told you not to get lost in the wild
I sent omens and all kinds of signs
I taught you melodies, poems, and rhymes”
The Yawning Grave - Lord Huron
~ Morro ~
Morro is the same as Cole, at least, in the sense that they’re both strong-willed. Wanting to go his own path and achieving the destiny he thinks he’s entitled too. Wu definitely saw a little bit of Morro in Cole at some point and I believe the ghost arc sealed it.
A lot is unknown about the relationship between Morro & Wu other than knowing that Wu took Morro under his wing to train him to become a ninja. Lore like this isn’t really explored much in Ninjago seasons as they like to focus on present situations instead of past ones. It did seem that Wu really did care for Morro and did try to comfort him after it’s revealed that Morro wasn’t yet worthy of the green ninja title. Although, when Morro started acting out that’s when Wu started to become stern which is where I believe a lot of people have misconceptions about his character.
While we don’t know much about Wus student of the past I think it’s safe to assume this is the moment where Wu recognized that people have to been taught and trained differently. Maybe he taught Morro wrong? Maybe Morro cannot be taught and had to experience hardships himself to actually learn? Next time it can be different- it has too.
The first time I watched Day of the Departed I thought Morro mentioning Coles danger to Wu was to get some type of ulterior motive and the writers were going to explain it at a later date. This..didn’t happen. Typically because of this I joke about Morro helping Cole to get “heaven points” or “helpin another ghost bro out” but if I were to look deeper into it (a territory that the writers had 100% no intention of) I like to picture it as Morro not EXACTLY forgiving Wu but accepting the fact that he’s done wrong and wanting a better life for someone else.
Morro has done bad things, he knows that, and he’s not immune to consequences. Whether or not it was his own fault or Wus doesn’t matter because it’s all in the past. What matters going FORWARD and helping others is the important part.
~ Lloyd ~
Lloyd had a bit of a tricky relationship with Wu. It’s very obvious that Lloyd loves his Uncle, but the lingering thought of his father does get in the way of that love sometimes. Wu was very sweet to Lloyd when they took him in during s1 and even advised the ninja to look past where and who Lloyd initially came from and focus on befriending him and moving forward. From then on mostly it was the ninja and Kai who raised Lloyd.
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Misako…I’m not a Misako lover. I don’t resonate with her character at all so I don’t think it would be appropriate for me to speak on her relationship with Wu. Not my place to say.
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Reiterating, while Wu does do the infamous “there’s something I forgot to tell you…” that’s ABSOLUTELY just a writer shoe-in to push more seasons and should not actually reflect Wu as a character.
The way I see it; Wu at the beginning of the series was a character to push guidance and lessons for our characters to learn from so they can “defeat the big bad” of that season. A LOT misdirection of Wu’s character comes from s5. Honestly, I’m an early Ninjago season lover so anything after s7 is not my strong suit so I cannot speak for his character beyond that point.
I’ve been a little distant from Ninjago lately so I wish I could have given a more in depth response, so I tried to reason with what I already knew from the top of my head.
*Side note: I think “The Yawning Grave” by Lord Huron is a really good song to express the relationship between Wu, Morro, and Cole. Highly recommend the listen and looking up peoples thoughts about the meaning of the lyrics online.
*Side note: “Ninjago Mini-Movie #4: An Underworldly Takeover” is a good Cole and Wu focused short where Wu explains the relationship he had with his brother Garmadon after Cole gets curious and asks.
#Ninjago rambling to the extreme…#the fact that they haven’t made Cole and Morro interact again is cruel to me ESP WITH WU!!!#mr Francis is right there .. use him
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Obey Me! Characters with a [???]!MC
When Diavolo told them the exchange program student is a religious female, they were expecting someone who was working towards becoming a nun, but for some reason, this person was pretty chill about religion???
“What religion are you exactly?” They ask, the human answered “INC.” with pride and happiness at their curiosity. INC, or Iglesia Ni Cristo in tagalog and Church Of Christ in english, is a Christian organization. Registered on the very start of World War 1, they fulfilled a prophecy of a church being built in the far east during the end of times. Not eating blood, not celebrating Christmas, they were questioned most of the time, and they would only answer with passages from the bible. Yes, they were called weird but this human didn’t seem to mind, just going on their day.
Obey Me! Charaters with a >>>INC!MC who also happens to be Filipino
As far as they could tell, the exchange student was pretty…normal.
Well, apart from she doesn’t eat animal blood, which was strange, considering she has no problem eating a whole baby duck from the egg-
And the fact she doesn’t seem to have any sort of bible or cross on her at all times??? Is this human really religious?
Part 1: Purgatory Hall +Mammom
Simeon and Luke
-Simeon met INC!MC at lunch one time.
-The menu that day wasn’t exactly…for angels like him.
-If he didn’t find anything suitable for him and Luke, he was considering just taking the younger angel back to Purgatory Hall and cook something.
-There he met MC, scratching her head at the menu, why, almost everything had blood in it!
-Shaking her head she turned around to head back to the House of Lamentation to cook something for herself.
-Accidentally bumping in Simeon.
-Both profusely apologizing to each other, they scrambled to find ways to say sorry.
-Simeon noticed MC was going to leave without eating anything and asked why.
-“I…can’t really eat anything with blood.”
-He invites her to Purgatory Hall, and they get along quite well.
-“You say you can’t eat blood, why is that?”
-“Because it symbolizes-”
-“Life.” Luke chimes in.
-MC raised an eyebrow then smiled, followed by a nod.
-“So my religion got something correct, I suppose?” She looked at Simeon.
-“That would seem to be the case.” He smiled.
-“So God blessed Noah and his sons, and said to them: Be fruitful and multiply, and fill the earth. And the fear of you and the dread of you shall be on every beast of the earth, on every bird of the air, on all that move on the earth, and on all the fish of the sea. They are given into your hand. Every moving thing that lives shall be food for you. I have given you all things, even as the green herbs. But you shall not eat flesh with its life, that is, its blood. Genesis 9:1-4.” Luke said, looking to Simeon for approval.
-MC gaped in amazement.
-“Does living for thousand of years give you good memory?” She joked.
-“You don’t have the bible memorized?” Luke said, albeit a bit judgmental.
-“I never really read the bible, I’m afraid I’ll make a misinterpretation,” MC smiled.
-Simeon nodded at that, a soft smile on his face.
-“Dear God, you are hopeless with technology!” MC bemoaned.
-“Please don’t bring Father into this.”
-“Simeon…just- just give the phone, please.” Luke snagged it from him.
-“Like I said go to the App Store- hey where are you going?!”
-“You said go to the App Store, is it far?” Simeon asked.
-MC and Luke just sighed in defeat.
Solomon
-Oh hello, fellow human.
-They met when MC visited Purgatory Hall to visit Luke and Simeon.
-MC literally took a double take when he introduced himself.
-Like “?! You’re named after the King?”
-“Would you believe if I said I am the King?”
-“Nope.”
-“Suit yourself~”
-MC found out that he in-fact, was the King Solomon, still alive; how? Yeah she doesn’t want to know.
-“I ate something and then this happened.”
-“I..see,” MC made a mental note to not eat anything he cooks.
-“I’ve been meaning to ask, what country are you from?” Solomon asked.
-“Philippines.” MC answered, wrinkling her nose and moving away from the stove, where Solomon was conjuring cooking(?) up something.
-“Ah yes, Ophir.” Solomon chuckled.
-“No, I’m from the Ph—”
-“I meant what I said.” Solomon smiled.
-(MC.exe processing)
-“pHILIPPINES WAS OPHIR-?!”
-“Yes, yes it was. And I see the pearls harvested there are still as pristine as ever,” he looked at MC’s pearl earrings.
-MC smiled. “Now, Solomon; you might want to take that off the heat it smells like it’s burning.”
-“It is not!”
Mammon
Hah, him??? Take care of this human??? No way-
He agreed after that encounter with Lucifer.
Andddd the fact that he can see something valuable on her.
Pearl earrings, and they look like they’re oriental, which might fetch a lot of grimm here in Devildom
(Haha too bad she places it inside a hymn book used in worship, no he did not burn his hand trying to get it, pft, he totally didn’t)
And he’s actually caught off guard, this human is just nodding along his threats with a small smile on her face.
“I’d kill ya-” “No, you really won’t. The exchange program would fail, are you sure you want the demon prince’s disappointment?🙂”
She’s already concluded that he’s scared of Lucifer.
Once saw her praying, head down and eyes closed and thought she was scared.
And Mammon being, well, Mammon, started walking towards her to tease her.
So uh,
He kind of—
Got burned? It was just a sensation but he pretty much shouted in pain.
“WHAT WAS THAT, HUMAN?! ARE YE TRYING TO MAKE ME TURN INTO DUST?!”
“NO I WAS PRAYING WHY WOULD YOU WALK TOWARDS ME KNOWING YOU’LL BURN?!”
“I DIDN’T KNOW YA WERE PRAYING, WHY WEREN’T YA DOING THE SIGN OF THE CROSS?!”
“MY RELIGION DOESN’T USE IT DANG IT!”
Mammon was treated by Lucifer(who was trying to keep in his laughter)
This is my way of spreading doctrine ig^-^*
By the way, the Ophir=Philippines one isn’t confirmed, it’s just a theory.
(A game theory.)
#female!mc#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me incorrect quotes#obey me mc#church#obey me purgatory hall#obey me simeon#obey me luke#obey me solomon#obey me! shall we date?#obey me!#inc!mc#filipino#filipino!mc#ophir
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Ranking who I KNOW I can seduce in BTS least to most likely
Context: I'm THICK big butt, big boobs yummy thighs straight smile and round face. That's what we're working with lets get into it!
Least- Jimin! While I think Jimin would be very attracted to me I think I'd spend too much time psychoanalyzing him, definitely a turnoff! Jimin and I would more quicker become long term confidantes than ever romp around in the sheets. Cute face though, maybe an accidental makeout once or twice?
J-Hope- Jhope is not a one night stand type of deal to me idk. I think I'd be too in awe to even try to seduce him and if he paid attention to me I'd probably be too focused on something more long term that I'd forget all about the seduction mission. Also I think he'd find me a little exhausting lmao
SeokJin- Love of my life jin please I need him so bad and that would be my downfall. He would know by one look in my eye how BAD I want the dick and I think that would be a big turn off for him. I think he'd enjoy toying with me for months on end but would never give me what I want.
Yoongi- Yoongi and I have def made out a couple of times but the friendship is so good that fucking seems off the table. I think we'd have too many deep convos about our lives and what we want in life that sex would seem like something almost too intimate to share after all that mental intimacy if that makes sense?
JungKook- I think I could pull JK! He's sexy and all but I am too lmao! I also think seducing JK is much more about the chill approach. coming over and playing video games, buying him a stuffed animal that reminded you of him. texting him only on occasion. Just giving him space to trust me and like me and he'll be knocking on my door begging within mm a month?
Namjoon- All I gotta do is be 1/10th of a natutally charming person to namjoon, not be an ignoramus, and continue to have big boobs and an ass and namjoon is in the bag. Maybe we'd spend a few days getting to know each other but he doesn't seem like he'd waste much time once he trusts that you're not a fuckin weirdo
Taehyung- Not to double down on the taehyung easy train but you're absolutely right compliments and some expressive faces and he's done for. And as someone who has seduced someone without speaking their native tongue it's really not gone take much. Taehyung likes loving and being loved and I'm readTEE to give it to him.
SEE NOW those are different parameters than i allowed myself to operate within like i was thinking more like i meet you at a bar and decide i want you who am i taking home tonight but what you're getting at is WAAAYYY different bc give me some time and i 100% can have my pick of the litter bc my personality is a 12/10
but before i dive back into that lemme first say that you may be onto something with seokjin bc like i said before we got the same personality type and i literally did that to like 2 guys this past year ajsksjjwje but in my defense!!!! im on the spectrum so it wasn’t on purpose i just didn’t realize they liked me until i had already hurt they feelings LOL
ALSO that makes perfect sense for yoongi being so mentally and emotionally intertwined that you end up in that friend purgatory bc you’re afraid to change the nature of your relationship it’s textbook really
NOW who could i seduce HOLISTICALLY from least to most likely since that's the trend i started with that one actually i'm gonna do who would be the easiest to seduce from ltm and i'm forcing myself to do a spark notes version to save you from another one of my dissertations that nobody asked for
i’m keeping jin at 7 bc like i said unseduceable (we’d end up a nice lil nuclear family with 2 kids and a dog)
i’m dropping yoongi down to 6 bc that’s my twin flame and i feel like if i gave him too much time to think he’d talk himself out of it
i’m keeping hobi at 5 bc we’re endgame like we’d def have a good mix of 2seok and sope energy im his lil rain cloud and he’d be my sunshine we’d make rainbows together <3 but i’d have to give him the space to come to this conclusion on his own
dropping jimin to 4 bc he’s another one who would try to talk himself out of it but he’d be super curious about the possibilities(we’re playing the long game)
joonie would drop down to number 3 but only bc
jk would be number 2 like give me a month and i’d have that boy eating out the palm of my hands like we fr fr have too much in common and don’t have similar sense of humour i got that whole tsundere thing going on im so certain he wouldn’t be able to resist me like he’d talk himself INTO it bc he thinks we’re written in the stars or something (we’re not) but i’d let him think we were (¯\_(ツ)_/¯ he’s hot)
then tae stands at number 1 for previously mentioned reasons
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While not the most serious injury he has ever received, that prize going to being shot in the head on two different occasions and living to tell the story, breaking his arm is somehow the most annoying injury Michael has ever received. For a man who likes to do everything on his terms, having his dominant arm in a sling is really cramping his style. Now even getting dressed is a chore, and Devon has confined him to the Foundation grounds for the next two weeks. Once that stint in purgatory passes, the doctors will re-evaluate Michael’s injuries and decide if he is fit to return to light duty.
Devon had breezily assured him that it would be fine, and he should not complain so much. After all, was Michael not the one always trying to go on vacation? Michael quickly retorted that sitting around with a broken arm was hardly a real vacation. A vacation was when he got to go off and do fun things… not wander around the Foundation for two weeks, and get roped into putting papers in filing cabinets.
The other downside of his situation is that basic daily acts, like tying his shoes, have become almost impossible. He is not sure how Bonnie got assigned the role of nurse’s aide (not that he is complaining, of course), but his best idea is either that the mechanic lost a bet, or Devon ordered her to do it since Michael occasionally listened to her… at least more-so then April or some of the other people at the Foundation.
While he milked Bonnie’s attention for the first few days, by now he has transitioned into the ‘bored’ stage of recovery, and is itching to hit the road again. He also realizes he really needs to start looking more presentable… otherwise an overly jumpy guard might mistake him for Garthe Knight one evening, and start a security event.
While being mistaken for an intruder might give him something new to do, Michael also does not want to be shot by someone assuming he is that creep Garthe. Therefore, getting a proper shave is becoming imperative… and Bonnie is the best woman for the job, despite what she seems to think.
“Come on Bonnie,” He huffs, “Do you really think I’m going to ask Devon to help me? That’d just be embarrassing… and I wouldn’t trust RC3 around my throat with a razor. Now I don’t think he’d kill me, but he does tend to get distracted. The last thing I need are more injuries pairing with this arm of mine!”
Plopping himself down on the counter, he studies her as he absently rubs at his sling. “It’s not really that different from any other kind of shaving… and I have dated enough women to know you all have razors on hand too. Just, you know, don’t shave off my eyebrows or something weird.”
The delicate lower-curve of her lower-lip is drawn sheepishly betwixt the brunette's teeth at his goading. Usually poised hands suddenly seem to have adopted the faintest hints of quavering as she eyes his face and then the razor encompassed by her fingers.
Barstow swallows, fearfully. A pang of anxiety echoes in the chamber of her chest when his ENTREATING azures manage to find her more skittish eyes. "Well, no, but--" Her words cut off in shelter of her next breath. The cybernetic tech supposed, that under the circumstances, she WAS his best option; even if Devon WOULD have more experience with this.
Yet, what if she slipped? What if she horribly disfigured him? Or nicked him with the blade? Knight's face is far too alluring to be etch-a-sketched up with bloodied scrapes. "That's what I'm afraid of," she softly confesses. "That I'll hurt you--" She murmurs in confession. Working on humans was far LESS forgiving than operating on the undercarriage of Kitt. There, a few dings and scratches would do relatively little harm. And her hands--- OH- Bonnie glances down at them again briefly, and feels a tinge of shame, for they're abhorrently calloused instead of smooth like Kitt's molecularly bonded shell.
"It's-- its not?" She muses in confusion when Michael insists that it's not entirely different from other forms of shaving. His next commentary causes her to erupt with laughter. "No one would mistake you for Garthe that way, would they?" Picturing him without eye-brows brings another fit of laughter rumbling through her chest, despite her best efforts given towards composure. "I'd have to draw some on with my schematics pen. Depending on my mood, you might end up with angry brows--"
She clears her throat in an effort to steady herself. "Alright. Here goes nothing. And Michael," she breathes out quite patiently, "do hold still." She cautiously instructs, placing the shaving cream down to turn on the spigot to warm water. Once the flow reaches desirable temperature, she works some of the cream into her hands. Using her fingers, she begins to lather up his prickly face. His skin is decidedly warm. So warm, it nearly brings the mechanic to sweat.
Bonnie can't remember the last time she gazed so intently upon his countenance. The close proximity alone is nearly INTOXICATING. "A-- are you still SURE that you want to TRUST me with this?" She asks, having rubbed the foam over his face and down the length of his throat. Her heart BATTERS the side of her rib-cages with a desperation almost UNFELT before as she peers into his all-too-lustrous eyes. The unbidden urge to KISS him stirs inside of her and she STRAINS to cave to the impulse. Knight requires her HELP, not her distraction; no matter how tempting such a distraction could be.
#Bonnie barstow#michael knight#shaving cream fun#avictimofthejazz#SEND HELP. Bonnie is CRUSHING hard
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Ariadne Ch 9 - Answers to Illusions 2
Season: Fall
Tens of minutes later
Niki: Mm~. This doesn’t look like it either.
This looks like a dead end too. Kohaku-chan, did you find anything?
Kohaku: Nope. My end’s also blocked off.
It’s fine and dandy that we decided to buckle down and recover HiMERU-han’s song. But findin’ an exit’s already tough enough. There goes the labyrinth’s spite, striking once again.
Niki: Isn’t this so much more brutal than what the Vice President challenged in Bogie Time? Back then there were a lot of strange traps, so there being few traps now is helpful.
It’s as if the whole point is to make us wander aimlessly….
Kohaku: Y’can’t say “as if,” when it’s actually true. To think this’ll sell well…. that’s questionable at best.
Anyway, I wonder how things are on Rinne-han and HiMERU-han’s side. They’re investigating the opposite end from us, so…
Niki: Yeah. Our side was just full of dead ends, so there’s gotta be something on Rinne-kun’s end.
I wanna get the Red Treasure Chest right this time and get the water or food.
Kohaku: Oh yeah, I got two or three Red Treasure Chest problems right on our way here, but it paid the bare minimum amount of food.
It was a pretty small amount in proportion to the effort we put in and our amount of people. On top of the series of mistakes that caused us to lose the other Red Treasure Chest missions many times over.
People say that poverty makes your wits dim and your character poor, which applies mighty well to our current situation. I’m afraid our minuses are stackin’ up and eventually we’re gonna get stuck.
Niki: Mm, for sure, my calories are in shortage!
I think I’m starting to lose it. So hungry~....
Kohaku: Ah yeah. I’m especially worried about your hunger Niki-han, stuffin’ anything in your mouth no rhyme or reason as ya did.
Niki: Oh, did that happen? Nyahaha, I don’t really remember ♪
Kohaku: It darn seemed like you were conscious, but y’can’t remember? I guess ya were groaning like a beast.
Well, if ya go feral I’ll be stoppin’ ya. Now I’m startin’ to wanta challenge the Red Treasure Chests.
Niki: Mm, mm. As the name suggests, the Red Treasure Chests are more common than the Golden Treasure Chests. Isn’t it just a matter of time until we run into one~?
Rinne: Bingo! C’mere, Niki! Some food’s waitin’!
Niki: Ooh, speak of the devil!
Where, where! I’ll hurry over so please wait for me!
Kohaku: Niki-han! Runnin’ ahead so suddenly like that’s dangerous—
…Hoo, he’s already off.
Seriously Niki-han, when it comes to food, don’t his instincts completely take over? As if he up and becomes a wild animal?
Kokoko. Even so, the way I can’t hate ‘em sure is Niki-han’s—no, Crazy:B’s merit ♪
Niki: Rinne-kun, where’s the food? I wanna eat soon!
Rinne: No, look straight. I didn’t find food, but a Red Treasure Chest.
You’re also hungry, right? Let’s finish the mission and get us some good food ♪
Niki: Alright, sounds good! Touch the key, grab—
Quiz Mission!
Question Number 8: What is the name of the author who wrote “Divine Comedy,” which features the Minotaur in the episode of Hell?
Niki:Aw yeah~! It’s a quiz mission!
This is HiMERU-kun’s specialty ♪ Huhuhu…..it’s been a while since food~♪
HiMERU:You are quite hasty, Shiina. The contents of the chest have not yet been determined to be food.
However, the answer is simple.
The answer is “Dante Alighieri,” He was the poet who wrote “Divine Comedy” that consists of three episodes, “Heaven,” “Hell,” and “Purgatory.” Isn’t that right, Vice President?
Ibara:Correct!
Your range of knowledge is quite extensive, HiMERU-shi~
Of course, it would be a given if it pertained to your hobby of military-related trivia. But I can’t believe you answered this liberal arts question so easily!
I would like to ask you where you could have learned it. However, putting that aside for the moment—yes, the correct answer was “Dante Alighieri”.
The Minotaur’s role in the episode of Hell in “Divine Comedy” is to torment all heretics. One could say it’s exactly like the situation Crazy:B is in now~♪
Kohaku:All heretics, y’say. —All heretics, y’say. —Other words, y’mean how we’re the Crazy:B who doesn’t go along with CosPro’s demands, and acts as we please... plus we’re stuck in this labyrinth to boot.
HiMERU:Since the program is linked to “Ariadne’s Thread,” it was named “Minotaur’s Labyrinth.” So that’s how it is.
Well, there’s a bit more of a playful feel than that. Is this even regular content for a variety show?
Ibara:Thank you for the feedback. We will use the complaints you mentioned for future improvement—Also a lot of time has passed in the second half, so please pick up the pace!
The prize for answering correctly is a map of this labyrinth. With this, you may easily find the way to the exit or a Golden Treasure Chest!
With that said—you must remain vigilant until the end. The fact that I prepared this map means
Enjoy hell to the fullest, gentlemen ♪
Niki:Heyyy. Wait a minute, Vice President! What about my food?
As I thought, I can’t go on anymore….. I’m so hungry I’m at my limit! If you’re my boss, I would like you to properly supply me!
Ibara:As a certain famous person once said! The key to solving poverty is not to give them fish, but to teach them how to fish!
Handing over the map of the treasure chest locations is like handing over food! Isn’t that so, Shiina-shi?
Niki:No, no, no, no! No matter how I see it, fishing methods don’t matter right now! If you really are a strategist, I think you should keep the saying, “You can’t fight on an empty stomach.” in mind…..!
Ibara:Yes, I will keep that in mind!
There is not much of the labyrinth left. Please keep up the good work until the end! Salute~☆
Niki:Ah, uh, sure
….Like hell! Was that not just some muddled up hodgepodge!?
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( @inrovina / xeno. ) what is the absence of life. is it death? because, she's dead, but she feels alive. is still brimming with thoughts and feelings and emotions. madelaine does not breathe, nor eats, nor drinks, but she still exists, somewhere out there in the ether.
is this purgatory, or something altogether different?
she hates the idea of being alone with her own thoughts. when she was a resident of the material plane, she always kept herself in motion. afraid that if she stopped, she would cease to exist entirely. it wasn't death she feared, but what came after.
there were stories told, of what happens after one passes on. dreams of paradise in the religious sect, thoughts of eternal damnation, but no truth - no science that was able to properly graph or chart what happens. a loss of all consciousness was her biggest fear, an eternal nightmare simmering around inside that pretty head of hers.
a huff of breath as she shifts herself from one place to the next, apparating in the middle of conversations to people who were none the wiser. she longs to be a part of something like this - realizes she hadn't managed to do much with her life and is ashamed of what she had become.
there was more, she was made for greater things, but a life cut short by a heavy blade left her scattered on the wind. the sound of a voice peeks through the static, reaching her. she turns, a bit shocked, and replays the words that were said inside of her mind.
"i know it’s not really my place. but - are you ok?"
the question in and of itself feels weighted on her chest, like a heavy burden she's unwilling to let herself get rid of. madelaine brushes a tendril of hair back behind her ear, it barely moves, but the gesture is enough of something to ground her. she opens her mouth to speak and no words leave her lips, seemingly lost in translation.
closing her eyes for a brief second, she places a hand on the small table opposite her, hovering an inch or so above the surface. she is unable to feel the wood beneath her fingers, but she senses that something is there, and she grips onto it like a life raft towing her to safety.
"i'm...." she starts, taking what would be considered a heavy inhale of breath, though her lungs are not there, but her chest rises and falls, going through the motions. it's the little things like this that keep her sanity in tact. for without it, she would be something altogether distant.
"i don't think i am."
she says, and how she wishes to weep. to let loose all of the emotions that are swirling around on the inside threatening to escape in whichever way possible. how they would explode through her rib cage and burst onto the surface if it were at all possible. but alas.
"things have been a little difficult lately," she says, not choosing to continue her words, trying to forego dragging another person into her trembling madness.
#inrovina#* madelaine. / threads.#* madelaine and xeno. / dynamic.#this got real lengthy real fast i apologize.#do not feel the need to match length!#thank you so much for sending this in tho!!!#i appreciate you. <3
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Can I ask if there is anything percolating in the Suffer a Sea Change series? That "pre-ship" tag is haunting me.
I am also equally haunted by the I'm Not Ready for Whatever This Is series. The impending poly situations. help.
Yes, you absolutely can, thank you for asking, and yes, there is! The latter will be out well before the former, but both are very much in the works.
I am kind of a classic case of ADD “takes on too many fics” kinda writer. Right now my top priorities/fics I feel driven to write are:
My winter exchange fic for the Sprizzy server (currently untitled, about halfway done, will be posted third week of January come hell or high water)
The next Stizzy installment for I’m Not Ready for Whatever This Is, which is going to be titled "Add a Flourish" (I was hoping for this next part to plunge into the SteddyHands but Stede wasn’t done wallowing in angst. Almost done, will be posted second or fourth week of January depending on how progress on the exchange fic goes)
Finishing Fuck it Through as a Crew (draft of the chapter is done but needs some heavy editing, also January)
Final chapter of Paid with Sighs and Rubies (about half done, aiming for late January/early February)
Always another chapter of my “Batman becomes a cat” fic, whenever I have time
Past that, things get hazier. I really want to get back to my Marvel time travel fix-it but I’ve been a bit blocked on the next chapter. I have a T4T4T modern GentleScribed that I keep meaning to finish but have barely touched since Season 2 came out. The next chapter of Burning Like Embers, Falling Tender is actually about half done but every chapter of that thing is a monster, now, so it still has a lot of writing before it'll be ready to post.
Annddd yes, the sequel to Soaked to the Skin, which is titled Cut to the Bone and explores Izzy and Lucius settling into Stede's crew and figuring out what Lucius being polyam actually means for them, while Ed wrestles with having lost Stede and Izzy! I have about 35K written for it, but most of that was drafted in late 2022 and very early 2023. I haven't had the motivation to work seriously on it for a while, I'm afraid, but I do really want to get back to it.
To be honest, I have some insecurities about it being not as good as Soaked to the Skin—I don't want to follow my baby with something that'll disappoint readers! But I'm hoping once I clear the decks from some of my top numbered priorities above (assuming they don't immediately get replaced with new plot bunnies, lol), I'll find the energy to focus on it again. I've had some beta readers go through the current in-progress chapters recently and they have been giving me some more hype about it!
(Although if it's the Ed/Izzy pre-ship tag that's haunting you, that plot thread isn't going to pick back up until the third — and final? maybe? unless I turn in into a quartet? — installment for that series, tentatively titled Struck to the Heart. Except for how, you know, his devotion to Ed is always driving Izzy's character and motivations. But they're not going to be in the same zip code at any point during Cut to the Bone. I'm so, so sorry. )
And then finally, down here in my purgatory, I have my "I swear I haven't abandoned you" fics like Unmoored (next chapter started, at least?), Dining is Pageantry, my three Good Omens WIPs, the sequel to Learning at the Foot of One of the Greats, the next chapter of What Do You Do With a Drunken Sailor (I swear I'm gonna finish that fic one day, I swear), Praying on the Height, and that Rizzy cannibalism fic I keep promising HopelessScribe I'll finish :D
And below that I have my graveyard fics that I haven't worked on in months but really do want to go back to one day—the DC/Slayerverse crossover, the insane Dragonriders of Pern OFMD AU, my winter piece (from last year, oy) for Dragonmuse's Leda House series, and all my poor abandoned SuperBat wips!
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A Year.
If there’s ever been a love story so full of endless joy I would still have no comparison to what a singular year has been like with him. In a busy life we loose sight of what makes us individually human. We love our own lives inside the shoes we walk and never acknowledge another persons steps until they collide.
In the twisting trails I used to run down I somehow collided with someone so similar and unfamiliar to me that I was knocked out of my marathon and opted to walk along side him. It’s been the most rewarding decision I feel I’ve ever made. I am safe in my home with him. I’m loved more than I had ever felt in my entire life. I don’t want want to think about a life without him. It’s too horrible and cruel to imagine. He’s spoiled me so much that I could never allow it to be an option. I’m in love with his hands. His eyes. His smile. I love his pointy nose and his perfect ears. I look at him and wonder how someone so incredibly handsome could ever chose to be with me.. and then he holds me in his perfect arms and I hope to God that he’s mine to keep. I could never part with such a beautifully kind person. I don’t just want to be selfish, I have chosen to be this way for the rest of my life and although it’s been one hectic yet blissful year I’ve decided that he’s my forever. There is no one before I could think of and there is no one after. I wouldn’t want a joking free pass at anyone famous. If I get to chose I want him over all else. I don’t want to just marry him. If he’s decided this is his last life I want to join him wherever he goes. If he burns I’ll be there beside him roasting. He could be condemned to solitude in purgatory and as long as I am somewhere next to him I will endure an eternity of lonesomeness. Wherever he goes I want my soul to touch his forever entangled. I want sappy shitty love stories written about us. I want to be one with him outside and inside my skin. I want to be laid to eternal rest next to him. I’ve always been afraid of what the afterlife held but I know I can face it if it means I get to collide with him again. I want our son to never doubt our affection or our relationship and hold it to a top tier that he STRIVES to be a perfect partner and find his perfect partner as well. I want him to live a full exciting life as his dad and I did and then when he’s ready to put his roots down I want him to find her in a meet cute. Or in random passing and finding in his heart that he knew it was her when he sees her goofy smile across a room full of people. I want that poor girl to feel butterflies flutter like they had when she was a child and love him immediately just as I had loved his dad. I want them to introduce themselves and I want Cj and I to laugh at the story and melt in awe every time we see them. To be proud of our boy for taking care of her. For him to start his own little family. I want to grow old with Cj as we watch our child fall in hopeless love with his life. I want us to smile as we become brittle and watch the stars and sit out in the rain. I want to continue being in love even after love’s expectation date comes.
It may be just a year.. but I’ll love you for the rest of my life. I want you to know that there had never been a day since knowing you that I had ever stopped. There will never be a day that it ever ends and you will never remember what it was like to be unloved by me. You’ve made me the happiest person alive. I could never thank you enough for giving me the family I’ve always wanted. You perfect perfect man.
#I be crying in love with you#i also be crying bc i get scared sometimes#but i want it to stay this way forever#all my dreams came true#i should really thank you one day
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Obey Me As Tumblr #2
Asmodeus: “I’m sad I wasn’t born in the era of-“ b*tch do it! If you like love letters, write them! If you like poodle skirts, wear them! Society is imploding as we watch on in abject horror! Do whatever you want!
MC: Time to buy a guillotine
Diavolo: Let’s not
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Luke: The only acceptable icing is buttercream. Whipped icing is a cowards choice and fondant people are demons and gotta meet me in the street for their poor life choices that led them to accept play-doh as acceptable cake decoration
Barbatos: Turn on ya location and we can talk
Luke: Hope you understand sign language then cause all you’re gonna be seeing is hands
Solomon: Damn sh*ts gettin real in the cake decorating fandom
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Asmodeus: Moan louder each time the cashier scans one of your items
Beelzebub: Please do not do this
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Leviathan: A shout out to all the people who started using “same” as a joke once in awhile but now use it for the most random things like a car honking at another car
Satan: Yesterday a book fell off my desk and instead of picking it up I just looked at it and said “same”
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Belphegor: I’m so tired of this life. I want to be a roomba. I want knives taped to me and I want to be set loose.
Satan: The energy of this post is dark and mysterious
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Solomon: Make your own foot scrub
Diavolo:
1. Feet are pretty hard to make
2. Don’t call me a scrub ever again
Lucifer: please stop making me read this
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Belphegor: In this world it’s milk or be milked
Lucifer: It’s really not
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Solomon: If there’s a “heavens no” and a “hell yes” why isn’t there a “purgatory maybe”
Diavolo: PURGHAPS
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Asmodeus: Bisexual: the ability to reach down someone’s pants and be satisfied with whatever you find
Diavolo: Whatever you find. That’s a pretty broad definition. I personally would not be satisfied if I found. Say. An alligator in my partners pants. Genitalia is cool. Carnivorous reptiles are not.
Satan: Is pansexuality not caring if you find an alligator
Barbatos: Yes
MC: If the alligator is limp. Is it reptile dysfunction?
Solomon: We need to get outside.
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Beelzebub: What if birds aren’t singing and they’re screaming because they are afraid of heights
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Leviathan: Do animals think in English or in the sounds they make
Lucifer: This is what yahoo paid $1.1 billion for
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Leviathan: High school graduations are hilarious lmao “you’ve truly become a family after these four years” I guarantee you If some of these kids caught fire half their classmates would calmly drink a glass of water in front of the burning students
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Belphegor: One time in school I didn’t read the assigned book and I was like f*ck it imma write this essay anyway and I had no idea what the book was even about or who the characters were so I just spewed out some shit about archetypes and the teacher came up to me after class and told me I was the only student who truly understood the book
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Leviathan: Are you ever in school and you hear a muffled scream from a nearby class and you’re like the f*cks going on
MC: What the f*ck kind of school do y’all go to?
Satan: RAD
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Belphegor: If you both agree to take a nap instead of going out, it’s a date
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Asmodeus: Why are you single?
Leviathan: I literally don’t leave my house and I don’t talk either
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Beelzebub: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it and I started thinking like it was just trying to get food what if I went to the fridge and it slammed the door shut and snapped my neck how would I feel
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Mammon: You are angry about something “clam down” I text you, you assume I have made a typo, but in fact I am holding a small soldier clam in my hands. He died so young, War is hell.
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Leviathan: I was so sleep deprived the other day that I tried to zoom in on a paper
Leviathan: Wtf I just made that post
Leviathan: Oh wait that is my post
Leviathan: I haven’t slept in two days
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MC: Where can I buy some thigh high crocs
Luke: In hell
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Simeon: Today is Copernicus’s 540th birthday. You remember Copernicus as the man that said “hey, what if the earth went around the sun?” To which the Catholic Church replied “hey, what if we set you on fire?”
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Asmodeus: I’m looking for a romantic way to say I hope you think about me when you masturbate sometimes
Simeon: In the deepest calmest hours of the night when you have not but your own company, I hope my image fills you with bliss
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MC: “Were you born a boy or girl?” Bold of you to assume I was born at all
Mammon: I personally was created in a lab
Satan: Just straight of spawned
Diavolo: I was summoned
Luke: I was born at the age of seven, my mother being out of town at the time
Lucifer: Just popped into existence like a theoretical particle
Simeon: My existence is a figment of your imagination
Leviathan: Found in a cabbage field
Asmodeus: I lost my memories when I came to this dimension
Beelzebub: I’m just a rock that grew legs
Barbatos: I was retconned into existence to fix a plot hole four years ago
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Mammon: What happened when the guy shoplifted a calendar
Leviathan: He got 12 months
Lucifer: Crime isn’t a joke
#obey me#funny obey me#obey me diavolo#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me simeon#obey me solomon#obey me barbatos#obey me luke
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If requests are open could i request the side characters with the baby/infant MC?👉🏻👈🏻
Can you imagine MC and Luke playing togheter and him claiming that he's their guardian angel?🥺 Gsjsgsk so CUTE 😭💞
Oh my gosh!!! *clutches heart* They would be so precious!!!
Combing two asks for baby MC! @letsblazewolf
Warnings: infant!MC, child rearing, floofy floofness, some minor plot/personality spoilers, nothing too revealing.
Diavolo:
Are you telling him, he gets to take care of this precious little ray of sunshine?? Please tell him it’s not a joke!! From the moment he held lil MC in his arms, he’s had a smile plastered on his face that could rival the sun. Takes them everywhere and shows them everything. Has everyone crushing on him twice as hard once he starts to take MC around with him to RAD and meetings. Seeing that big, burly demon carrying around a precious baby bean? *swoons* Basically starts co-parenting with Lucifer….it’s hard to tell at this point who dotes on MC more. 😆 Kind of a big kid at heart himself, has no problem acting goofy to make the baby laugh.
However….. should someone be foolish enough to endanger that baby or deliberately frighten them, they’re going to find out real quick why he’s the next king of the devildom. 👀
Barbatos:
Let’s face it, this demon is flawless. It’s pretty much a no-brainer that he’d care for MC. He’ll have that baby in a wrap sling carrier while he’s performing his duties at RAD, tending to Diavolo, making tea for Lucifer, baking with Luke, stopping Mammon from trying to steal ish without a single hair out of place.
He actually is very fond of children, definitely top notch dad material. He essentially already has a son. Sorry Dia lol. He’s got incredible domestic skills and almost saintly (pun intended) levels of patience.
Simeon:
Sims does have great child-rearing skills but I’m not certain he’d be the first to volunteer to be the full time care giver. He takes more of a laissez-faire approach to things. Like, he makes the point of saying that he considers himself more of a grandfather to Luke than a father figure.
That being said, he will absolutely 100% be in a supportive role. Lurks in the shadows too make sure MC is being properly cared for. If he feels they aren’t, that baby is his. Also, if someone was brazen enough too try and harm/neglect MC in anyway, prepare to be bitch-slapped into the next realm….
Solomon:
Sorry fam, he’ll only be accepting the position as the cool ass uncle that spoils them terribly lol he wouldn’t ever do anything harm MC but some of the parental instincts are definitely lacking.
*holding MC at arms length staring at them*
Solomon: “Soooo baby…. What exactly do I do with you?”
He’ll be down for babysitting from time to time, just give him written instructions and your phone number so he can call with questions lol
Please don’t let him cook for the baby….
Luke-
Bless this angel bean! I think regardless of whomever is MC’s full time caretaker, he’s going to be there to help. I can see him carrying MC everywhere, even though he’s smol bean himself. 😆
His absolutely favorite activity is when he gets the moments to plop down on the floor and play with MC. Sits them in his lap and does hand over hand coloring/painting, reads them books. He’s over the moon when he sings to MC. As soon as he starts they crack the biggest, brightest smile you’ve ever seen!
Luke becomes soooooo attached to MC! Doesn’t matter who is the primary caretaker, he WILL be moving too where they are. Be it Purgatory Hall, The House of Lamentation or The Demon Lords Castle, they’ve gained a new resident…. 👼
At first the demon bros kicked up a bit of a fuss about having to deal with the “chihuahua.”
However, that all changed one day when MC was just having a rough day. They were cranky, didn’t sleep much which culminated in the poor bb just having a crying meltdown. Luke immediately rushed over, took MC in his arms and began too sing. Literally within a minute, MC started started to smile, grabbing Luke’s cheeks with their chubby little baby hands and started cooing. Soon enough their little head was snuggled up against Luke’s shoulder, sound a sleep.
He continued to rock them saying “Don’t you ever be afraid MC. No matter where you go or what you do, I’ll be the guardian angel watching over you.”
Collective demon bros, Dia, Barb, Sims & Sol: “it’s just dust in our eyes!”🥲
Protecc angel bean!!!
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me!#obey me headcanons#obey me asks#obey me diavolo#obey me barbatos#obey me solomon#obey me simeon#obey me Luke#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor
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The Legend of Vox Machina Tin Foil Hat Theory: No real death will happen until the one in the end
Alright people, I know that title reads like gibberish, I apologize. I was trying to be as vague as possible in order to avoid spoiling things too much for show only fans. With that said, be warned, massive spoilers for Campaign 1, way beyond any points covered in the animated series.
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Okay, now. What I mean here is that none of the VM will truly die, until Vax’ death in “Race to the Tower”. Several of the important deaths that occur in the story, will instead be really heavy “near-death experiences”, with the only real death being the Vax’s. I also believe majority of the deaths will simply not happen, and we will simply focus on a few key ones that were major turning points for characters or the overall plot. The rest will at most, get a nod in the form of someone getting heavily injured or almost dying to something and making a comment about it.
My reasoning for this goes like this:
While death still carries weight in the game due to Matt’s resurrection rules, this is unfortunately not something that translates well into a scripted story. In the game, we know anything can happen, because of the roll of the dice. In the show, people will never get that feeling no matter how much meta info is dropped on them. Within the animated show itself, everything feels pre-arranged, so any resurrection will always feel cheap.
While I believe you can absolutely write a story with the generous resurrection system of 5e and still make stakes high and risks compelling, I’m afraid TLOVM did not go that route in the first season and now it’s too late to establish such a thing. Mind you, no show on tv ever managed that yet either, so this isn’t really a point against tlovm, just that this aspect of TTRPGs and fantasy settings is yet to be properly translated onto screen.
Most of the deaths, are results of HP/DS based game mechanics and don’t have any impact on the story beyond the momentary stress it caused the cast and the viewers.
The “important deaths” as I call them, would actually translate into non-death events pretty well and would carry that weight in the animated series in a way that they wouldn’t if they were left as death-resurrection.
The way I see it, we have three important deaths in C1, other than Vax. We have Vex in “The Sunken Tomb”, we have Percy in “Cloak and Dagger”, we have Scanlan in “The Deceiver’s Stand”. Each of these deaths represent a massive turning point in character’s own journey and the overall plot itself.
The first one is obvious. Vax offers himself to the Raven Queen, starting off the Fate-Touched plotline which shapes entirety of his character arc, eventually tying into the very ending of his journey and the story of Vox Machina. Vex herself has a change of perspective and approach, becoming bolder, more carefree, trying to learn to forgive, open up more and work through her trauma and inner conflicts.
Percy’s death is essentially the true closing chapter of his previous arc lingering since Whitestone-Briarwoods. His forgiveness of Ripley with his dying breath, his friends saving his soul from Orthax and Vex’ love confession bringing him back to life. This is the end of his descent and the start of his recovery. Launching of a major romance that builds up the conclusion of both his and Vex’ personal journeys.
Scanlan’s death against Raishan and the aftermath of his resurrection is when he finally get the development that has been hinted at since the start. All of the subtle tension building up throughout the series, the insults, the self-doubt, the desperation, all of it blow up in one infamous rant. We temporarily lose Scanlan completely in the story and instead given Taryon as a character in his place. It is one of the major events that turn the ever tense relationships of VM, solidly into one of found family, albeit a a bit dysfunctional one.
I believe, all of these can be near-death experiences, “almost dead/stuck in purgatory” type of deals:
Vex’s is obvious and they almost laid down the ground work for it in season 1 with the spinning orb of death in Ziggurat. Audience is familiar with the concept of magic failing and some places not allowing normal healing etc. The Sunken Tomb, the domain of the Goddess of Death, not allowing her to heal after Percy triggers the trap, and her slowly fading away pretty much like how Keyleth was depicted in season 1, only for this time, there is no safe place to retreat and instead the entity in charge, Raven Queen, appears, and Vax, who was also desperate to save Keyleth and kept trying till the last moment, offers himself up in a bargain.
Percy gets shot, so far so good. We already know his deal with Orthax and how his gun feeds him souls. Now he is on the receiving end with Ripley’s deal and gun. Again, they try to heal him, it doesn’t work. They realize Orthax has his soul because gun shot. They banish Orthax, Vex calls out to Percy as they try to heal him one more time. He decides to “come back” from the weird pocket dimension of Orthax instead of passing on.
Scanlan almost dies, is in a coma. We first get all panicky, but after his “life” is secured, the party goes on to do stuff, as he sleeps in essentially intensive care, pretty much what they did in campaign. He blows up after he wakes up, just like in the campaign. we may even get a glimpse of Scanlan in drug/magic induced healing sleep, seeing dreams and getting more hints about his inner turmoil.
What does these changes achieve?
They keep the stakes high throughout the series, without trivializing death itself. It prevents the age old, in my opinion silly, yet stil prevalent complaints of “if they could resurrect X there, why not Y here?”
It lulls the audience into a false sense of security. They know the characters can be in danger and be injured, they will have tasted the drama and emotional weight of all those “close calls”. But ultimately no one died, so “everyone will be ok in the end” will be the common sentiment towards the end.
And then BAM! Vax actually, literally dies. No close-call, no near death. My boy literally gets disintegrated. The shock, the fear, the pain. And then, again the audience will be sure “oh no way, they will find a way right?”
And yes, we do have a “way”. But there is a catch! It is not permanent, it is gonna pass once the mission is done, or the year is over. That anguish and hope we all had, that all of VM had to deal with, the theories and speculations, will properly translate to the audience.
And in the end, when he is not saved, when there is no gimmick, when the Wish is used on the Whispered One and the VM saves the world, but Vax is lost forever... It will be the epic bittersweet ending that was the legend of Vox Machina. It will be adapted not only in the sense of the events being depicted, but truly. They will do justice to the hearth and the soul of the story.
Or they will find a way to depict all those resurrections without feeling gimmicky/plot armor/asspull in a scripted narrative, and we will all enjoy it together.
The reason I call this “tin foil hat”, is because while I am certain most of the deaths will simply not be adapted, I believe the three important deaths I mentioned here can still be adapted in a way that does not cheapen death, at least not by much. I just think this is a far more neat and clean “solution” to the “resurrection in D&D games not translating well into scripted format” problem.
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AU where we pretend ACOSF didn’t happen - part six
Back to Nesta's POV. Taglist: @sv0430 @nehemikkele @mis-lil-red
‘Was it today?’ Nesta asked the shadow singer hesitantly as they cleared away the table after dinner.
‘No. A few days ago.’
‘Oh.’
‘You seem disappointed.’
The bat had been good to his promise and hadn’t flapped down in front of her. Part of her almost wished he had. She knew she probably would have argued with him, but some instinct, buried deep in her heart, missed him. Nesta liked the way he dwarfed her with his enormous frame. The way his wings would curl around her allowing privacy. And he was handsome. That was always a plus. Rugged and wind-hewn, Cassian was a male from these lands and it suited him. Most males in Illyria shared his ebony hair and deep brown eyes, but Cassian somehow stood out. He was bigger. His wings caught the light so the thin membrane was shaded a burnt umber that complimented his siphons. The darkness of his eyes did not devour her; the golden flecks shined like stars.
‘Definitely not,’ she clipped. ‘Pastry?’
Rovena was in the living room, sewing new clothes for Lorin who had suddenly started sprouting upwards and losing his baby fat. Azriel reached across the table for the honeyed pastry flecked with nuts. It had taken her and Rovena hours to make, the pastry was so thin and delicate.
‘You’ve mastered Illyrian cooking.’
‘Your mother leads the way. I just do as I’m told.’
‘Nesta Archeron following orders without complaint.’ Azriel took a bite but a teasing smile flickered onto his lovely face. He was becoming more daring with what he said to her as if he no longer felt afraid she’d spiral if she heard something she did not like.
Nesta shrugged. ‘I have a better leader here.’
Both of them turned their heads to the living room as though they might be able to see the kind Illyrian female through the wall. Azriel loosened slightly.
‘He would like to see you again.’
‘I suppose he can,’ she said, feigning indifference. ‘I want a rematch.’
Nesta fetched the chess set from one of the cabinets and set it up while Azriel’s heavy gaze followed her every movement. She had seen the shadow singer play with the high lord previously, but pride held her back from asking the rules then. Dutifully, Azriel had taught her when she asked, and although she understood the rules, there was no mercy on his end. From seven games, he had won them all. There was a vicious competitiveness within him.
‘Would you be willing to meet him?’
Nesta narrowed her eyes. A shadow curled around Azriel’s chest as though she’d targeted it. ‘Why?’
‘He is your mate. If you do not want him then severe the bond.’
‘I didn’t say I don’t want him.’ Her feathers had been ruffled by that remark. She’d heard what could happen when a mating bond was broken. She would not inflict that upon the bat. She knew the love he gave to his family overflowed from him, that despite whatever awfulness had passed between them, he had loved Feyre from the start without expectation when she'd needed support. Nesta only had to mention his name around the females in Illyria and their knees buckles with admiration - it had been the same in Velaris.
Azriel made his move after a long few minutes of careful deliberation. ‘You could get to know him, on his own, on your terms. I am biased - but he is a good male.’
‘Better than you?’
‘Definitely,’ he smirked. Nesta managed to take one of his pieces off the board, but he’d raised his eyebrows in warning and she had a horrible feeling he’d already led her into a trap. ‘One meeting doesn’t have to be a romance.’
‘But that’s the path it will go down. It’s either we have a mating ceremony or we break the bond. I’m not wretched enough to be like Elain and leave the big bat dangling in purgatory.’
‘Big bat?’ His brow furrowed. ‘Do I want to know what you call me?’
‘The handsome bat.’
‘And Rhysand?’
‘No, you don’t want to know that one,’ she flashed her elongated canines to Azriel in something between a grimace and a grin.
‘So you will meet him?’ Azriel took her knight off the board. And he’d take either her rook or her bishop next. They were both in the firing line. He either over-thought every move of his life or was cheating somehow. Nobody could be this good at chess.
‘Are you working on commission, match-maker?’
Azriel rolled his hazel eyes. ‘I’ve had him for five hundred years. It’s your turn.’
Later, Nesta had bid goodnight to the pair and stalked up to her room to read in bed. Snow had been falling steadily so a thick wedge hung off the window frame. It seemed the perfect conditions to curl into bed with her book. But with a groan, Nesta realised she’d left the book in the living room that morning perched on the arm of the sofa. She wished she hadn’t. Wished she’d waited until she’d heard the front door lock when Azriel departed to go and fetch it.
At the foot of the stairs, she waited for Rovena to finish saying farewell to her only child, not wanting to interrupt. It would have been better if she had.
‘When will you bring a female home for your mother to meet, hm?’
‘If that’s your only expectation of me, you’ll be sorely disappointed.’ Azriel sighed but refused to meet his mother’s gaze. A soft hand turned his face towards her. ‘We’ve talked about this.’
‘You won’t be like him. You’re my son. You won’t become him.’
Azriel’s face crumpled. He closed his eyes and his mother kissed his forehead, stepping onto her tip-toes to be able to reach. Nesta backed away silently, guilt gnawing away at her insides.
A dusting of snow covered the hills. It was early still, so only one set of footprints had left traces in the snow like a memory. This evening, she would meet Cassian. They’d meet in the village when it was dark. Azriel would walk her then remain at the house, keeping an ear out in case she needed him. However, looking out at the winter scene from his window, Nesta wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to spend an evening in the cold.
Rovena could be heard singing under her breath as she made the tea. The house was bitterly cold, though the Illyrian hadn’t yet complained about it or told Nesta to get a grip. For her, she would master her unwanted gift from the Cauldron.
Kneeling in front of the hearth, Nesta coiled a flame into her palm. The heat flickered onto her cheeks, but it did not burn her skin. Like quicksilver, it dripped into the hearth. She watched it, encouraged it to grow – then held it. Held it and held it. Mesmerising silver flames remained dancing in the hearth even after she shuffled away. It had taken the edge off her magic that constantly throbbed inside of her, wanting release.
Rovena’s morning greeting halted on her lips when she took in the sight. A soothing hand came to rest on Nesta’s shoulder.
‘Well done. Look at that. They’re beautiful, Nesta.’
It was nothing to be proud of, some flames burning in the hearth, but Nesta couldn’t help herself from smiling, thankful of the praise.
'I didn't want you to be cold.'
They sat together on the couch, sipping steaming cinnamon tea whilst watching the snow fall lightly from the grey clouds.
‘It will be Solstice soon,’ Rovena announced.
‘Why doesn’t Azriel spend it here?’
‘He comes the day after,’ she explained. ‘Though I do wish he’d stay for longer. You being here is a benefit, it’s the most I’ve seen him in a long time.’
‘I’ll stay forever if you like.’
Rovena laughed. ‘I would like that. It’s nice to have company.’
Nesta had always done better on her own – or at least that was what she told herself. More and more she craved Rovena’s calming presence. Found reasons to join her in the living room. Even if they didn’t speak, both were happy to continue their hobbies in silence beside each other. But there were some itches that Rovena wasn’t able to scratch for Nesta. And she hoped her guard wouldn’t drop around Cassian and give in to those urges. He had a way of obliterating her carefully guarded walls.
‘He’s quite… mysterious. Azriel.’
‘As a boy, he only ever had his own company. Alone in that dungeon. In the darkness.’ She pressed a hand to her heart.
‘It must have been hard for you to see him go each week.’
Rovena nodded, her hazel eyes rimmed with silver. ‘I feel like I was robbed of the chance to be his mother. Still, I try to make amends. Every meal I did not get to cook for him, every piece of washing I didn’t get to pick up after him.’ She smiled, but it was filled with a sorrow so bleak that Nesta reached for her hand. ‘Your mother, she is mortal?’
There were wounds that never healed. Wounds where the scar tissue was so thick from picking at it, that it hurt to touch. For Nesta, that wound was her mother. Every interaction she could remember exchanging with her mother, Nesta had performed autopsies on over the years. A cunning, cold woman whose only dreams were that her daughters secured wealthy husbands, regardless of the type of man they were. Nesta’s only fear was turning into her.
‘She died some years ago from a sickness.’ When Rovena moved to comfort her, Nesta swallowed. ‘She was not like you.’ Not kind. Not warm. Not how a mother should be. ‘I was the only daughter she had time for – and that was only because she had ambitions that I would marry a man of high standing. I fought so hard to please her. I’d have trodden on anyone in my way to receive her compliments. I thought… I thought that was love. My mother’s approval.’
For a while, neither of them spoke. Rovena watched Nesta’s flames while she continued gazing out at the snowfall. Even after all the years that had passed - everything that had happened – Nesta was ashamed that she had not cared how little attention her sisters received then. But it was not affection. It was not love. Her mother would rage and yell at her when Nesta had displeased her. Her affection was conditional. When they lost their wealth, Nesta lost every opportunity her mother had set her up for. There would be no husband to take care of her. All she had ever trained to be was a socialite capable of capturing the heart of the richest man in the room. She had no skills or talents beyond that. She had been honed into an arrow to target men’s hearts.
‘How do you feel about tonight?’ Rovena’s eyes swept over Nesta, landing on her unbound golden hair.
‘Terrified,’ she admitted. ‘I’m scared I will end up as I was before.’
‘Look how far you’ve come since the day you arrived here. And even if you do go backwards, Nesta, you know the way now, you’ve done it once before.’
‘Will you plait my hair the Illyrian way tonight?’
‘I thought you’d never ask,’ she said, squeezing Nesta’s wrist.
Nesta’s breath came in shaky little gulps as she took in her reflection in the mirror. For once, she didn’t want to cringe away from the sight of her bony face or hollowed out eyes. There was life again in her appearance. She no longer looked as if the sharpness of her face would cut any who got too close to her. Despite it, spikes were growing in anticipation of Cassian’s arrival in the village ready to protect Nesta in case he dared to get close to her. Her temper was flaring despite no trigger as if it was practising before the inevitable explosion.
‘Ready?’ Azriel called from the bottom of the stairs.
Rovena draped a heavy cloak around Nesta’s shoulders that was trimmed with soft, white fur. Carefully, she untucked the two long braids from beneath it so her craftsmanship could be on full display then kissed her cheeks in farewell.
‘It’s just him, isn’t it? The others won’t make a surprise visit?’
If she had to see Feyre or Rhysand she’d scream. And if busy-body Morrigan deigned to show up, Nesta would erupt.
‘Just Cassian.’
‘Why am I meeting him outdoors in winter in the damn snow?’ Nesta hissed as she followed Azriel towards the village. It had been her idea to see him in the darkness, as if that would make the meeting easier.
On the edge of the widows’ camp, Nesta caught a glimpse of an enormous figure. A set of wings spread out by the fire, catching the heat, while the male made easy conversation with some of the elderly females. It was enviable, really, how natural it was for him to make friends.
Nesta clutched Azriel’s arm. ‘Is it too late to turn back?’
Azriel gave her a gentle push along the path towards her mate.
At the sound of their footsteps crunching through the snow, Cassian paused his conversation and turned to them. A wave of heat flooded Nesta’s body at the sight of him. How he stood larger than any other male, his wings an indicator of the magnitude of his power. She remembered that day, back before she was Made, when she had smuggled him into her bedroom to accept a letter for the mortal queens. He’d stared at her hungrily then, but now he was a starving man as his eyes devoured every inch of her.
‘So, I’ll go,’ announced Azriel. ‘Two hours,’ he said, pointing to Cassian.
‘We could have a lot of fun in two hours,’ Cassian replied, grinning like a wolf.
Nesta narrowed her eyes at him. ‘I could kill you and hide the body in that time.’
The shadow singer clapped his hands together. ‘Enjoy.’
#nesta archeron#cassian#nessian#nezriel#azriel#illyria#acotar#acomaf#acowar#acofas#acosf#my writing#au acosf
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Please continue the Scandal-based Steve fic, you write the best angst ever!!!!
A/N: As you wish! Thank you so much for reading, hope this is up to par 💖 (ps- if you commented on the first one I'm tagging you for this follow up, no permanent tags tho don't worry!)
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter
Warnings: pseudo-cheating, angst, alcohol consumption, swearing, love triangle, secret relationship
Part One HERE I Main Masterlist
It’s been an entire week since you walked out on Steve. He never did find the words to tell you that he wasn’t going to leave Peggy, but you never found the words to explicitly leave him, either. You were both in a game of chicken that you’d unknowingly started and neither of you had found the courage to finish it.
It was so easy when you were swept up in the moment, a storm of anger and hurt that finally came to a breaking point. But now you were past it and found yourself lost. The only thing making you feel better was seeing that Steve was having just as hard a time as you were. He wasn’t as outgoing, he was making dumb mistakes, he was off his game. You didn’t necessarily want Steve to suffer but it was reassuring in some way, to know that he felt anything for you. You just wanted this entire mess to be over.
But when the mess was over, what would you want to come of it? Do you even want to be with Steve any more? Or do you just not want him to be with Peggy? Thinking it through, what you felt for Steve was real, real enough to pull on your heartstrings and real enough to hurt. After all of the grief that Steve has caused you you’re not sure that you could properly forgive him. Maybe over time but you couldn’t see yourself trying to rebuild your relationship when the two of you had so much else to focus on.
So now you were caught in some sort of relationship purgatory because you were too afraid to end it. And he was too much of a coward to admit he’s been in the wrong this whole time. Honestly you can’t justify Steve’s actions on any level when it came down to it. His men are in the midst of war and fighting Hydra and he really thinks that a relationship is going to be their saving grace and reassurance? Bull.
On some level, no matter how deep it is, Steve saw something for her that he didn’t see in you and he felt some affection for her. Maybe saying that the relationship was just a front was his way of covering his real feelings for her. But he’d be damned if he thought he could have his cake and eat it too. You’d spent many a night cycling through this thought process and ending up right where you started.
Getting nowhere in your deliberating you decided to bury yourself in your work. You’d always felt that it was fulfilling work, you helped civilians and military alike with your work and you were damn good at it. So you plunged head-first into your codebreaking and strategy-forming and put your in-limbo relationship on the back burner.
Throwing yourself head first into work turned out to be in your best interest for the time being. The last two missions had been a success but per usual, you had gone unrecognized. That’s fine, you didn’t need to be patted on the back every time you excelled but every once in a while it would be nice. And thanks to your codebreaking, once again, you find yourself stuck in the corner of the dingy pub you had lost your mind in just a week ago. Unappreciated. Or so you thought.
You sat back thinking Steve wasn’t under Peggy’s thumb this time but he was trying his best to make the most of the moment over a pint with the rest of the commandos. And you were back in what was becoming your usual corner of the pub, sipping on a dry red wine. It was bitter on your tongue but after the week you’ve had you needed a drink, even if it meant seeing them.
“You did good back there, thank you” Bucky’s voice shook you from your thoughts. “Okay if I sit?”
You were so caught off guard by anyone really speaking to you, let alone praising you that you couldn’t find anything to say. You just stared at Bucky with wide eyes before nodding slowly. He settled into the chair next to you and took a swig from his bottle.
“You know, on the outside you don’t seem like you’re gonna be much but when you put yourself to work… it’s somethin’ else. You’re a natural.” Bucky told you.
“Um, thanks, I guess?” You brushed off the compliment to give him one of your own, “We wouldn’t be sitting here right now if it weren’t for you all. I’m just some codebreaker, you’re the one doing the leg work”
“Give yourself some credit, you deserve it.” Bucky patted you on the shoulder and for the first time in weeks you felt a spark of genuine happiness. You shyly smiled up at Bucky and took a sip of your wine.
“So, you wanna tell me what’s got Steve snappin’ his cap at everyone? You two break up?”
Your eyes rounded in surprise. You were so sure that no one had known. You were so sure Steve didn’t want anyone to so it didn’t occur to you that Bucky might’ve known.
“Did… Steve tell you? About us?”
“Didn’t have to. I ran after him to talk a few weeks ago and found you two smoochin’”
Your face heated in slight embarrassment but you nodded in understanding.
“I just… it’s not fair that he should show her off like she’s his sweetheart while I’m treated like some dirty secret. I gave him a piece of my mind and he wasn’t able to cope. But I don’t know where this leaves us. He didn’t split but there’s just no way we could go on like this.”
Bucky looked a little miffed but grunted in affirmation. He shook his head and clenched his jaw.
“I knew he and Peggy weren’t for real but what he’s been doin’ to ya ain’t right. Sorry Steve’s been such a knucklehead. My two cents, you go back to him and confront him. And if he’s too much of a punk to see what he’s got you walk.”
You shakily exhale and take another gulp before setting your palms flat against the table.
“Easier said than done, but you’re right”
“I love him, he’s my brother but forget him if he’s too much of a jerk to know what he’s got. But for now let’s just get pleasantly drunk, whaddya say?”
Rather than giving him an answer you downed the rest of your glass and put it down on the table. Bucky was looking at you with a toothy grin.
“Atta girl”
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The evening had been as promised, you were pleasantly drunk and for the first time in weeks you were letting yourself enjoy the moment. Bucky was funny and kind to you when no one else had even batted an eye and you found yourself grateful for his company that night.
You were humming to yourself as you walked back to your room but just when you reached for the door a hand reached out for your wrist. You didn’t need to look up to know that the hand belonged to Steve. You denied yourself the comfort you found in physical contact and reminded yourself of the situation. You sighed and looked up to him expectantly.
“You and Buck? Just what the hell’s going on?” Steve demanded.
“Oh so now you want to talk to me? You only care now that you’re not my main focus?” You shot right back at him. You swayed slightly, tipsy still from the wine.
Steve’s jaw tensed and he schooled his features though you could tell he was simmering on the inside.
“No”, he said calmly, “I just wanted to know. If you’re trying to make me jealous it’s not going to work.”
“Well I wasn’t trying but apparently it is working.”
Steve’s hands balled into fists and you could see veins beginning to spout in his hands. He didn’t say anything so you continued.
“I give you an ultimatum and tell you how much you’ve hurt me and you only come back once I turn my attention to your best friend? He’s the only one that’s said a nice word to me this whole time. The rest have been caught up in the lie you’ve been spinning with Peggy!”
Your anger was getting the better of you but you were letting it. Anger got you through it the first time, it’ll get you out no matter how it ends.
“That’s not fair-”
“You’re not fair, Steve. The way you’ve been treating me, it isn’t right! I gave you a choice and you’ve been dragging your feet. I’m going to ask you one more time, Steve. Me? Or Her?”
Steve was silent again, you could tell he wasn’t thinking about what he wanted, but he was forming an answer. Deep down you knew it would come to this. He’s never going to hold your hand in public, there’s never going to be an apartment in Brooklyn, there’s never going to be an us between you. Maybe there never was.
Steve started to call your name but you shook your head and scrunched your eyes closed in a mixture of frustration and pain. Tears were welling in your eyes but you’d be damned if Steve Rogers would see a single one fall. He doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve you, he never did.
“I’m sorry…” Steve offered lamely.
“No, you’re not.” Maybe that wasn’t fair of you to say, Steve did look to be in genuine emotional pain over this but right now you didn’t care. If he had felt any true remorse he wouldn’t have let himself get anywhere with Peggy in the first place.
“I really did want all of that with you, I still do. We could still have it, we just need to get through this, please.”
You shook your head and started ushering him towards the door.
“No, Steve. That’s all gone now. You had your chance but I’m worth more than how you treat me.”
You opened the door and waited for him to leave.
“I think you should go. I don’t have anything left to say to you.”
With that Steve sighed heavily but left with his head hung between his shoulders. You could’ve sworn he was crying but you didn’t care if he was. He made this happen and he didn’t treat you right. So this is what happened.
Tears finally make their way down your face but you don’t feel sad. It’s cathartic almost, like a weight lifted. You’d probably put in for a transfer with the SSR just to save the team the grief but for now you’d keep your head down, keep working. Damn Steve Rogers for not seeing in you what you saw in yourself and damn anyone else that didn’t either.
#anon ask#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x peggy carter#steve rogers angst#marvel x reader#marvel au#40s!Steve#love triangle#secret relationship
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(Hi! You’re so nice omg, and so is everyone who liked the poly MC, I did not expect that! Sorry this took a few days, life got in the way and so did writer’s block lol. I’m so happy y’all liked my filth 😂 Poly MC Part 2. I might spam u with part 3 if that’s ok because I wanna write jealous Purgatory Hall boys/royals 👀)
So, when Satan said they’ll know who you belong to and they’ll smell us on you for weeks and Asmo said they’ve got the whole weekend, they weren’t lying.
They really, really weren’t lying. Luckily, neither was Lucifer when he told you not to be afraid to rest. They’re demons and they can be infuriating even at their very best, but they always have your comfort in mind. When the exhaustion finally begins to catch up to you, hours after leaving Diavolo’s party, Beel’s big hands are helping your smaller body grind into his own from where you’re perched in his lap, on his cock.
Belphie, naturally, is the first to notice. He coos your name, lips coming close to your ear as Beel stops moving you and starts moving inside you. Pounding into you from below, big body ramming into you hard enough that you swear you’re seeing stars. Your fingers hang limply from his broad shoulders, and somewhere close, you hear him tell you it’s alright to rest, we’ll take care of everything, you’ve been so good for us. Belphie echoes the statements, voice low and almost coaxing, as your exhaustion wins out over your pleasure and you plunge into darkness.
It isn’t for long. Belphie meets you in dreams more often than he seems to meet you in the waking world, and this is no exception — often you’ve found yourself in wet dreams of his own construction, but this? This is different.
Very faintly, you can still feel the ache and the force of Beel’s body entering your own, the sheer ferocity of his cock hitting the tender deep parts of you, following you into dreams. In your dreams, though, Belphie is careful not to touch you — ghosts over your body with a feather-like touch until the deluge of sensation, both physical and mental, leaves you quivering. The seventh-born chuckles, his eyes dark violet when he meets your gaze, when he asks “What do you want? Tell me. Anything you want, I’ll give you.”
You tell him, with quivering lips, and you know this is his way of marking up your soul while the others do their work on the rest of your body. They want you marked in every capacity, so there’s no room for doubt, so even angels like Simeon won’t be able to look at you without knowing what you’ve done for these seven. The way you’ve let them inside you — all of you, your heart, soul, the tight wet space between your legs. There’s no part of you they haven’t touched.
It could be minutes or hours, but when you wake again you wake gasping, wet, moaning for more. It’s something about the dream, the dream and the sheets beneath your body, the dream and something deliciously thick sliding between your thighs. You woke at the best part of the dream, the very peak of it, before you could cum, only to be thrust back into the waking world. Your room. They’d moved you to your room and they hadn’t stopped.
“There they are,” Asmo sings cheerfully. His body is slung over yours, hands roaming across the aching, love-bitten skin. He nuzzles you, scents you. Says mine without saying a single word.
“Did you sleep well?” Belphie chuckles near your ear. You open your mouth, maybe to reply, but he bites your shoulder hard and what comes out instead is a strangled moan. “Do you remember seeing me? I tried to make it as eventful as possible while you still got to rest, you know.”
Still half in the hazy memory of the wet dream he’d supplied you with, you moan again, arching your back against the small ocean of pillows and blankets that’s become of your bed. You’re surrounded by them all still, Asmo over you and Belphie beside you. Beel sits beside the latter, bending to kiss your belly or your chest every so often. Satan sits beside Asmo, his fingers threading lightly through your hair in some mocking attempt to soothe you while they take turns rearranging your fucking organs.
Levi is between your legs now, your ankles in his hands while he moves just right against you, until you can’t focus on anything but the fullness inside you. Lucifer stands nearby, watching the space where you two are connected with keen fixation, as if measuring and judging every thrust and your reaction to it. It might have been humiliating if you weren’t already so far gone. You want to say something, but the words are battered out of you with every hard, clumsy thrust. You think you hear Mammon’s voice, and then Belphie is gone and you can taste your favorite greedy demon, cigarettes and something spicy and warm. Your hands tangle in his hair. “Mine,” he growls when he lets you breathe, only to push his mouth against yours once more.
Faintly, you hear Levi mutter, “Ours.” His hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise and you feel the flood of his warmth coating you, dripping down your thighs, one of many loads they’d pumped into you since you’ve returned home. You whimper. You’re so full, and you decide then that’s the way you’d like to stay, forever and ever, for always —
“Yours,” you gasp, when you can breathe again. Your lashes flutter, and out of the corner of your eye, you think you catch Lucifer’s smile.
No need to apologize, I know life can get in the way a lot!
This is just… so good?! Amazing! So hot and sexy and filthy but tasteful and damn! You’re a great writer, and of course you are welcome to write and send me a Part 3! I don’t think anyone would argue with that 👀
I would 100% let Belphie give me a wet dream, it’s so sexy and aaaaaaa
Thank you for another piece of absolute gold yet again omg
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