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#but the whole cast was just!!!!!!!! SO GOOD!!!!!!
turtleblogatlast · 1 day
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No but like every time I think about Splinter and what he had to go through just to keep the boys alive, my heart hurts for him so badly. Is he perfect? No not at all, but none of them are and by god does he love his sons.
The fact that all of them are alive, and grew to thrive despite the circumstances surrounding them is a testament of how much Splinter loves his boys. He raised four babies following the most traumatic time of his life, all alone with nothing but the sewers to house them (to hide them.) I feel like he’s not given the credit he deserves for all he’s done.
And I get that it’s easy to hold up his flaws and faults when it comes to parenting, I myself like looking into them because flawed characters are super interesting and said flaws make them more realistic and engaging, but he tries, and again, so many others would have given up on the boys or failed along the way but Splinter didn’t.
He’s their father, for all his faults he did his damndest to make sure they survived.
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt splinter#rise splinter#he’s not perfect as I’ve said#and he’s got a whole slew of flaws and faults#but he’s a person - we are all flawed#he loves his sons dearly dearly dearly even if he struggles along the way to show that#parenting is not easy! especially as a traumatized mutant who is forced to do it alone#side note but I think this is one of the reasons why it kiiiiiinda ruffles my feathers to see so many people assign parentification to Raph#and in turn make Splinter out to be way worse and way more distant than he is in canon?#like idk I just don’t see what so many others see ig but maybe that’s just me#i guess my thoughts are like- let parents have flaws without villainizing them?#they’re still parents even if they mess up?#we can discuss the repercussions of a parents actions on a child while not casting that parent as an awful person#parents are peopleeee#I could go on but yeahhh#idk it bothers me seeing splinter’s efforts undermined when he’s been through so much#idk if ppl realized this by now but I love me some flawed characters#tho I do think in this fandom the ones whose faults are discussed the most are like#Splinter mostly then Draxum then Leo#of the main cast#and in Splinters case in particular his faults are made to cover his good qualities which makes me sad#because he is SO INTERESTING#they’re all flawed characters and tbh so interesting because their flaws are ALSO their strengths in many aspects
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Yandere Short Stories:
Let Me In
Yandere Francis Mosses (Doppelgänger) x GN Reader
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Swish. Swish.
You leaned back as your foot steadily rocked the cushioned seat of your desk chair from side to side. It was yet another boring day of being the doorman for this apartment complex. Yet you couldn’t help the shudder run down your spine from time to time since you constantly felt under surveillance. Then again, perhaps you were going slightly insane from working such long hours in such a narrow space? There was no way someone would stalk you of all people… right?
You let out a low chuckle at your thoughts. You recently felt as if your days melt together. It was the same routine every single day. Stop the doppelgängers from entering the apartment complex. Check their IDs and entry requests. Call their room. You were tired of this consistent repetitive pattern! You wanted some excitement for once-
“Hello.” You jumped to attention when a handsome man stood before you. Your eyes nearly shot out of your head at the blood that stained his face. Was it macabre of you to find that attractive. “I just got off work and I’d like to call it a day in my apartment.”
“Y-you have a little.” Your breath hitched when he wiped the blood off with his thumb and gave you the faintest of smiles.
“Ah. I hadn’t realized I made a mess earlier. Thank you.” The man then handed you his ID and entry request. Francis Mosses was it? He was indeed a looker and his ID checked out… but he wasn’t on today’s list.
“I’m sorry, Francis. You’re not on the list today-“ you scream when he slammed his hands on the window. His half-lidded eyes now wide open and bloodshot. This man no longer looked like an angel, but rather a demon. A demon that would no doubt rip you apart and swallow you whole.
“I’m not on the list? I’m sure you could let me in.” You quickly push the emergency button but his large hands grab the metal doors before you can shut them completely. You gulp when you spot the veins bulging from his gray hands. “Haven’t you been bored lately? You always look so lonely at your desk… I’m sure I could show you a good time.”
Well, Francis wasn’t wrong- no! You can’t endanger the residents! You dialed the D.D.D’s number with haste which made the doppelgänger sigh.
“Fine! Have it your way.” Francis casted you one last look. “But I will be back. And you will let me in. Remember, I’m always watching.”
You deflated like a ballon and sunk back into your chair. Your body felt as if your bones had completely melted from how scared you were… you’ve never encountered such an aggressive doppelgänger before…
“You have contacted the D.D.D. A group of agents has been sent to your building.” The garbled voice on the other end of the line brought you back down to reality.
You sighed and leaned forward to put your face in your palms. What on earth did Francis mean that he would always be watching?
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merakiui · 2 days
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OMG going off on having sex in the fields with god!Floyd, what if he softly non-cons you >w< he’s been so disrespectful towards the god you’ve been worshipping your whole life (himself) and you don’t really like him because he isn’t being a good cult member!!
Maybe Floyd hears your inner thoughts about not liking him and hoping he ‘finds a way towards the righteous light’ when you’re praying to god!him after human/cultist!him loudly refuses to attend worship because it’s boring, so he decides to change your mind by forcing you to make love with him in the very field the cult worships him in!! AAAAAA
OMG OMG YES. OTL teasingly telling you he's sure your god won't mind if you're just a little messy on the holy grounds. <3 it's such a nice day as well. There's a soft breeze, a bright, blue sky filled with fluffy clouds, the sun is beaming, the wildflowers are all in bloom....... the statue the cult has created and raised in honor of Floyd casts such an ominous shadow over the two of you, a reminder that his eyes are always watching.
You beg him through tearful pleas to stop, that you can't defile these grounds or yourself. You're supposed to keep yourself pure for the day of your sacrifice. Your god won't want you if you've already been tainted. >_< Floyd laughs at that. If only his little Shrimpy knew.
Aaaaaa Floyd picking one of the flowers and tucking it behind your ear while he fucks you into the grass, slow and soft and sweet. You've always known your god to have dramatically shifting moods. Some days it storms fiercely; other days it's beautiful and sunny. You're not sure if he'll be very merciful when he learns you've given yourself (unwillingly and unknowingly) to one of your fellow cultists (the god you worship).
Trying and failing to mumble all manner of apologetic prayers to your god in hopes that he'll forgive you. You're just too cute. Floyd chuckles and presses a kiss to your mouth, mumbling, "I forgive ya."
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Who is (actually) the hottest Monsters & Girls character?
Link to poll: https://www.tumblr.com/idolomantises/745892368364060672
CW: This will be a long post;
(Note: this is completely for comical purposes, please don’t take this too seriously. I have all the respect in the world for @idolomantises and their work)
1. Sera
👍: Perhaps the titular character of the series, Sera is beautiful angel (literally) and is arguably the kindest character in the whole series
👎: I challenge you to draw this woman without screaming at yourself/into a pillow
2. Lili
👍: Endearing, welcoming, understanding, and can be very fun. Pretty much wears her heart on her sleeve with how open she is.
👎: Literally THE sexy character. It’s obvious why you picked her as the hottest, now go get better tastes.
3. Cheri
👍: She’s sooo soft omg. She’s so sweet you’ll have a sweet tooth just for her even if you don’t like sweets
👎: I will not talk ill of this lady because I literally cannot, but for all intents and purposes this is a contest to see who is the hottest, not the most wholesome. Sorry 🫡
4. Junior
👍: Blunt and cute, plus a goat. Cute goats are always an A+ character design. Where would we be without them tbh?
👎: Bluntness can lead to rudeness and or discomfort. Nothing super bad about Junior just prob not the best choice for this. Just sayin
5. Scylla
👍: Lord have mercy I understand where people are coming from. Hooo doggy what a woman.
👎: I can’t remember the exact post but I recall it being said that she bites your head off or something if you get too close or look at her weird. That’s no good
6. Ciel
👍: Easily one of my favorite designs. He’s definitely the prettiest boy of the entire cast
👎: One of those cases where he’s too good for you, ya know what I mean? He’s way out of your league I don’t make the rules
7. Catty
👍: Nya~ Very fashionable going off of recent appearances. Design hasn’t changed too much in comparison to others, meaning that
👎: I like dogs more, plus she’s not open with her thoughts and feelings, leading to awkward moments when she lets it all out
8: Luvart
👍: Big, beefy, strong, fire. Need I say more? She treats sex workers with respect for their profession and would be a completely package when you don’t consider…..
👎: …She has no qualms murking you just because and her greatest offense is being the arch rival of the best character a special someone
9: Adam
👍: Dude can become a dog for you to pet and is quite honest in most cases. Plus those scars look neat wouldn’t you say?
👎: Unless you are a - former angel now fallen, a TV show host, have a broken halo, while simultaneously sharing a name with a pizza company and a game tile, then you ain’t getting nothing.
10: Domino
👍: I can see why so many are stricken by this fella, he’s quite cute, quirky, and has an adorable way of being blunt
👎: (Domi- No hoes) He’s just not good enough. He seems so ideal at face value but he berates angels to the moon and back and for what? His fault for his own downfall.
With all that said, clearly the hottest character of Monsters and Girls - for appearance AND character - is obviously….
POWERS
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LITERALLY PERFECTION IN ITS PUREST FORM! CHISELED LIKE A GREEK GOD(DESS), ROSE TO BE AN ANGEL - REJECTING HER DEMONIC ORIGINS, FOLKS IT JUST DOESNT. GET. BETTER!
A Vote For Powers Is A Vote For Truth, Love, And Happiness!! Vote For Powers in the Home Stretch Now!
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trixisbored · 2 days
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Enchanted wings.
james potter x reader (oneshot)
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James didn’t know what hit him.
Well, he did actually. It was the bludger that he did not see coming because he was too busy staring at Y/N.
James felt himself slipping off his broom from the sheer force of the bludger, causing everyone watching to gasp in despair, except the Slytherins which they were playing against, they were probably reveling in the way that he was desperately trying to get back on his broom, slipping inch by inch. He looked at the ground in panic. A fall from this height would earn him some broken bones and maybe a whole season without quidditch.
Y/N was watching from the stands of Griffyndor, she had always been a fan of Quidditch since she used to watch it with her family all the time. But since 5th year her interest has been even more piqued because of a certain chaser. 
James Potter, the mischievous but golden boy of Gryffindor, always hanging out with his little group, the Marauders. She had started noticing him in 5th grade, she was trying to get her book back from an annoying slytherin boy, until James Potter walked by.
“Hey, leave her alone.” He said, closing in on the boy's face and taking the book from his grasp. James towered over the smaller boy as he ran away. He turned around 
“Here!” He had such a cute smile…
 Y/N felt a blush rise to her cheeks, she grabbed the book and starting to walk back to class when James grabbed her wrist 
“Hey, sorry, I didn’t catch your name? I’m James. James Potter.” Y/N paused surprised,
 “Oh, uh. I’m Y/N L/N. And thank you, I didn’t mean to be rude but I’m really late for class.”
 “Oh? What have you got right now?” And oh, that smirk.
“Transfiguration, have you got that as well? I noticed you were walking that way?”
“Yeah, I was headed there, but now that you’re here might as well give me some company, don’t you think?” He chuckled, and Y/N nodded as they began walking to class.
And that was that, they formed a kind friendship where Y/N she wanted something more, but she valued her friendship too much to have the possibility to ruin it.
“JAMES!” Y/N shouted from the stands, time seemed to slow down for her as she watched him fall, though on the last second she was brought back to her senses as she cast a levitating spell at his robes hoping that it would break his fall. It worked for a bit but then she heard a sickening crush as James collided with the ground.
“Oh my god…” She ran to the field and saw a crowd of team members surrounding him, she burst through it and saw him with his eyes closed groaning in pain. Y/N kneeled by him and took his face in her hands “James?”
“...Darling?” One of his eyes fluttered open and those gorgeous brown eyes stared back at her
“Yes, it’s me… We’re going to take you to Madam Pomfrey, ok?” She said looking at someone behind her silently asking someone to call the nurse.
“Yeah, I think I need her… ow.” He says trying to sit up
“Lay back down!” She said gently placing him back
The first thing James saw when he woke up was the distinct ceiling of the hospital wing, he felt like he was trampled by a Hippogriff, his left arm was constricted in a cast and he felt some bandages in his legs, but what was weird was the pressure in his right hand, though as he turned to look, what he saw was Y/N napping on his arm.
That did not look comfortable. At all…
“Hey sweetheart.” He whispered gently “Had a good nap?” He grinned
“James! You’re awake!” She says, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes “What happened out there?! I’ve never seen you so distracted in the field before…” She questioned. His eyes softened 
“Y/N,” James began, his voice soft yet filled with sincerity, “I need to tell you something. Something I should've said a long time ago.”
He gently lifted her hand from where it rested on his chest, his eyes never leaving hers. “I was distracted out there because of you, I love you, Y/N. You're more than just a friend to me. You're everything.”
He paused, waiting for her reaction, hoping that she felt the same way. “I know I've been a fool for not saying it sooner. Please, tell me you feel it too.”
Y/N's heart swelled with emotion at James's confession. She felt a rush of joy and relief flood through her veins “James,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I... I love you too. More than you could ever know.” She reached out to cup his cheek tenderly, her fingers tracing the lines of his face as if she couldn't quite believe he was real. “Can I kiss you?”
“You don’t even have to ask.” He smiled as they shared their first kiss.
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24."You have a beautiful soul."
12."I love your bedhead."
With my fav precious little babyboy Assmodeus, bro deserves all i love u's, he is precious even with bedhair muah
Beautiful
Fluff Prompts #12 & #24: "I love your bed head." "You have a beautiful soul."
Pairing: Asmo x Gn!reader
Warnings: Extreme fluff, Asmo and MC being obsessed with each other, slightly suggestive, Asmo being a beauty king/dramatic.
Notes: Your request is my command Nony, I apologize if he's ooc. I also apologize if it's rushed
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Sleeping with Asmo was a dream. He hardly moves and has the most comfortable bed you have ever slept on in your life. The silk sheets are so soft to the touch, the satin comforter was light but warm. And of course, Asmo was your personal heater and cuddle bug.
Asmo always does his nightly routine, making sure his hair is in a bonnet or curlers before he does his skincare. And of course he always has you do with him. But after late night activities with your beloved, you two completely passed out right after.
Light peaks through the curtains, casting a light glow on both of your faces, slowly waking you up. Asmo has his arm around your waist, his head tucked into the crook of your neck, you are covered in sweat and so is he.
You hold him close to you, your fingers sliding into his usually silky, soft hair but not this morning. His hair is flat and tangled, making it hard to comb through with your fingers.
Asmo lets out a huff at the sudden tug, his eyes opening softly. He tugs at your waist gently. Pink, painted finger nails digging into your bare flesh.
"Good morning my darling.." His voice is soft and full of sleep as he presses kisses to your neck and collar bone.
His lips trail up your jaw line, admiring his love bites from the night before as he does so. Once he gets to your lip he presses a long, loving kiss to them, taking the air from your lungs.
You smile up at him, eyes half lidded and full of love. Asmo can't help but admire you, his own finger card through your hair. You lean into his touch, kissing his wrist and cupping his face.
"You have such a beautiful soul, MC." He whispers. His words make your body ignite with goosebumps, cheeks painted pink. It was such an odd compliment, but it meant the world to you. You forget Asmo and his brothers can literally see your soul. So it adds a bit more extra meaning to it in a way.
"I can't see your soul like you can mine....but I know yours is just as amazing as you, even after all you've been though, Asmo." You say, forefingers moving his bangs away from his face and behind his ears.
"Oh my word, you're gonna make me cry." Asmo sniffles, using one hand to fan his face as tears prinkle at his waterline. You giggle, peppering kisses along his face and lips.
"I also love your bed head." Asmo stiffens at your words. He then wordlessly gets out of bed and b-lines for his body mirror. He lets out a loud, dramatic gasp that most likely woke the whole house up.
"Oh...my...Diavolo!!!" Your boyfriend screeches, pulling your from the bed. He grabs your naked shoulders, eyes full of tears once again.
"MC...MY HAIR!"
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✧˖°. WHY AM I SO OBSESSIVE? - ii
content: the silly goofy times are silly goofying and that is all i have to say on the matter
you couldn't tell if you wanted to throw up from the alcohol revolting in your body or from the fact that you agreed to go on a date while still hopelessly hung up on your best friend. you liked to believe it was the first as you leaned your head pitifully against your toilet but you knew, deep down, it was the latter. you had texted travis, in hopes that he would have forgotten about the whole thing or even ghosted you!! wouldn't that be nice!! solve all your problems!! but no, the stupid gentleman of a boy seemed far too eager for his own good to spend an evening with you. which had you throw up throwing up the few contents of your stomach, the guilt of it all hitting your gag reflex like a truck.
but, like the big girl you were, you pulled yourself off the tiles in your bathroom and got dressed. there was nothing a cute outfit couldn't fix, am i right?? you were cute but significantly more covered than you had been the night before, not wanting to give anymore wrong impressions to poor travis. you swallowed down another gag at the thought of his disappointed face as you broke the news to him that you were in love with someone else. after putting on a few finishing touches, you were grabbing your purse and phone and making your way out of your apartment, hoping to practice your smile in the car so you could convince the boy it was real. you pulled up to the dainty little coffee shop travis had picked out, immediately seeing the boy sitting outside at a cast iron outdoor dining set in the late spring sun. he nearly leapt out of his seat at the sigh of you, a beaming smile that had your stomach twisting in knots for all the wrong reasons.
"hey, yn," he hummed, easily welcoming the hug you gave him, "how'd this morning go?"
"i dont want to talk about the color of the vomit coming out of my mouth at four in the morning, thank you very much," you replied and travis laughed, shaking his head at you.
"and what a lovely topic im sure it would be," joked travis, bumping his shoulder with yours before taking a few quick steps to get in front of you and swing the door open. you thanked him with a half-assed curtesy and he just smiled fondly in response. you could feel your lips twitching to revolt against the warm feeling it felt you with as your brain replaced travis with leo. you quickly adverted your eyes to the menu, pretending to read it over like you didn't order the same thing at every cafe. you ordered what you always do and travis did the same, reaching to grab his wallet but you beat him, basically slamming your credit card into the machine.
"i owe you drinks. last night, remember?" you teased over your shoulder, shooting him a small smile.
"trust me, i remember last night," flirted travis and you just rolled your eyes and bit your lip in response, shoving him back towards the table he'd been previously sitting at.
you two sat there, soaking in the sun and just yapping away. really, it played out more like the catching up of long lost friends rather than a first date of what could be many to come. both you and travis could feel it, the flirty comments slowly dying away and being replaced with anecdotes from the camp you both attended as child. those summers seemed to last so long, but looking back now, they were mere blips in your lives. the best blips, though. your drinks came and went, though you were still taking sips of a clearly empty cup when it seemed travis was about to mention something too serious. like you were doing right now, using your straw to push the ice cubes around in search of even a single drop of liquid.
"yn," travis started and your eyes instantly darted up to him and the look he was giving you. it felt like the look a mother would give their child when they wanted them to confess to a crime they already knew the committed.
"hmm?"
"im not getting a second date, am i?" he asked, though the smile on his face helped ease you to answer honestly.
"im so sorry, travis. i threw up this morning out of guilt-"
"and whiskey."
"yeah, that too, but mostly guilt. i should have never asked you out, knowing what i know and i feel like ive completely wasted your time and-"
"woah, woah," travis cut in, waving his hands around and putting a halt to your words as he leaned towards you with a soft but teasing smile, "okay, firstly, this wasn't a waste of time!! we can still be friends, i've missed a lot of you guys from camp and would love to catch up with all of you sometime! secondly, is it safe to assume what you know is that youre completely and utterly in love with leo?"
"what- who- how the hell did you guess that?? am i that obvious??" you hissed out, your jaw dropping at the look travis gave you. this caused you to groan and fold your arms on the counter and bury your face in them, travis laughing in the background.
"lets just say there have been bets going around for years. if you are planning on doing anything, wait until 2026, ill get- i think the pool is up to like 1500 bucks or something-"
"please tell me your joking," you cried to the boy, glancing up from your arms and travis just shook his head, causing you to return to your arms with a muffled scream.
"come on, that just goes to show how perfect you guys are!! though, wait a few years until you tell him that. ill split my winnings," travis offered and you popped back up, raising a brow at the boy.
"you wouldn't."
"youre right, i wouldn't." shurgged travis, not an ounce of shame on his face, "so you might as well tell him now. i think it'll go to grover or something."
"for someone who's on a pointless date, you're taking this like a champ," you huffed, leaning your fist against you cheek as you looked across the table at travis who laughed, glancing over at you.
"i lost to a great guy who you've been in love with for, like, eons. can't really be too mad about it," he replied and you cooed at the boy, causing him to knock your arm out from under your face, which would have surly slammed into the table had you not caught yourself, glaring up at the giggling boy. and then a thought hit you, a smirk growing on your lips, which slowly stilled travis' laughter.
"what's going on in that brain of yours, yn?"
"do you remember katie gardener?"
"remember? gods, how could anyone forget a girl like katie?" travis replied instantly, only to realize the words he said and blush to coat his face. you held your phone up, shaking it like you would a treat for a dog.
"ive got her number. how'd you like a date, stoll? to make up for this one?"
"i mean, how can i refuse an offer like that?" replied travis following a thick swallow of spit and he lifted his clearly empty cup to his lips, desperate to do something with his hands.
"man, i've never been on a date where i've been turned down and set up all within an hour."
"i've been told im enigmatic," you winked, looking up from your phone that you were rapidly typing on.
"well i've been told leo likes enigmatic."
that got a plastic cup thrown at travis' head and treats to rescind your offer of helping him, and i quote, 'get bitches.'
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Do you still ship daemyra after that scene? lol it was harsher than i thought, maybe he will be better with nettles🤞
yeah lol, i clearly do since i watched it 2 years ago and i'm still clearly shipping them today. as are my friends who read this script with me in january. i would question any daemyra shipper who held on for this long, only for the written script to say something basically identical to what we see on the screen, and for that to be the straw that breaks the camel's back.
if this is what breaks daemyra for you, then i hate to say it but you have been misinterpreting that scene since the beginning.
he's choking her. it's as harsh as i expected and remembered. people who were expecting some kind of redemption via the script were deluding themselves. i said there were romantic scenes in this episode, i didn't say it was a whole new script.
i don't consider the script drafts canon, but that scene plays out pretty much how i interpreted it from watching the show: daemon being jealous and infuriated about viserys and the prophecy, rhaenyra shocked at the attack and by the fact that daemon knows nothing about it after 10 years. (i'm not going to go into a full analysis of the episode, no one would read it and honestly i've had some version of this conversation a thousand times.)
do i like the scene? no, ofc not. do i get annoyed when antis throw it in my face as a gotcha? yes. you know why? this isn't real! daemon is not a real human being, with a full pattern and history of abuse, rhaenyra is fictional, she does not exist in any world. of course, i can still ship it, just like i would ship any other problematic couple. antis act like shipping them means you support abuse, so i don't bother reasoning with them. they don't want to debate, they want to scream until they're the only voice in the room and call it a victory.
personally, i don't believe nettles is going to be on this show, since there were already rumors circulating about that as far back as 2 years ago, and the fact that they did not cast her confirms some of those rumors to me. however, it would be 100% worse with nettles. anyone shipping those two who want to point to the choke as a daemyra breaking point, well... i would say that nettles would be a teen who daemon would be both raping and grooming. so anyone who wants to seriously romanticize that and say it's morally superior to daemyra, well lol good luck with that one.
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EVE AND LILITH THEORY
Okay so we don't know why lilith went missing for seven years. But what I do know is this ain't lilith
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Lilith hair is slicked back in every backstory we see of her
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In the photos, we see that'd show if she has her horns or slick back hair, which is covered by hats or completely cut off.
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But I know for sure in this scene right here before what probably was before lilith left it looked like Eve
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And here's my theorys.
NUMBER ONE:LILITH IS CONTROLLED BY EVE. (Far fetched and wrong words but you'll see what I mean)
it could be their the same penny on different sides like in brittle bones Nicky number two when the devil and God are the same people
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Like the lyrics "I'm mufasa and I am scar" it's like yin and yang
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In goodness, theirs evil and in evil theirs goodness.
THEORY NUMBER 2:EVE AND LILITH MADE A DEAL.
Lilith was a famous woman in hell, not just because of being queen but also because of her singing. (Can't wait to see who is casted for her I hope it's someone who can hit high notes). Maybe lilith wanted to "get away" from everything but still wanted to be in touch and see what's going on hence all the eyes everywhere in hell.
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And maybe Eve wanted a family. Cause adam does not seem like someone you'd wanna spend your whole (after)life with. Eve probably wanted someone who'd love her and by lucifer loving lilith and forgets things like where charlie was even though he's not a bad guy and says vaggie as maggie. Lucifer probably dissociated so much he forgot lilith looked different but still loved lilith who was infact Eve.
THEORY NUMBER 3:EVE IS DEAD
I don't think she made it into heaven, unlike Adam. Cause by what we've seen, no one knows why people go to heaven, not even a seraphim (the highest rank of angel right below the power god has but the second highest rank.)
THEORY NUMBER 4:THEY BOTH RAN AWAY
Powerful women becoming wives arc 🤷‍♂️
THEORY NUMBER 5:EVE HAS ALASTORS SOUL.
Look I don't know much but I do know eve does that whole pretty little liars smile and shushing the mouth thing. Who better to own alastors soul then someone who smiles no matter what?
THEORY NUMBER 6:ALASTOR KILLED EVE
Look, Eve was probably the first human to fall besides Well lilith who fell with lucifer. Eve could've been one of the higher overlords that alastor broadcasted killing.
THEORY NUMBER 7: LUTE IS EVE
Yknow I thought this one was a far stretched one. Theirs 3 clues. Lutes personality was like someone who could put up with Adam. And I know Adam made the exorcist. But vaggie didn't like Adam and before she fell she didn't like killing a demon.
Lute has the same personality as Adam but is way more serious then Adam is so Adam doesn't blow anything but she doesn't get mad when he gets close to doing it and when he did she stayed by his side agreeing with him.
Lute was personally distraught by Adam's death. And of course, she isn't like this with no one else. Why didn't the exorcist get distraught that they were obviously around him?
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it's about possible death during labor so don't im sorry if that's a trigger warning for you!
what do you think modern!coryo would do if the labor is dangerous? they didn't know beforehand but after she gave birth, her bleeding didn't stop or something like that? what would he do during the time and how would he treat the baby if reader had died or lived?
(tw pregnany & labor troubles)
Well in my case I have health issues that I imagine will most likely give me a difficult experience with pregnancy/birth (I want kids in the future, so I've thought about this a lot)
For starters, he's obviously getting you the best team of personal doctors money can buy. He's strict about your appointments/health overall so if anything occurs during the pregnancy itself, he is able to immediately have you properly treated.
But if you've had a good pregnancy, all things considered, it will definitely come as a shock to him when something goes seriously wrong. Giving birth is an extremely serious matter and you could even have a stroke or postpartum hemorrhage (which is where you experience heavy bleeding after birth), problems like that are rare however, so it would honestly be one of the only times in his life that Coryo would be truly shaken to his core.
He's casting his image aside and shrieking at the hospital staff, saying that he'll raise their pay if they can just make you better. Thank God they do, and after hours of surgery he's bringing your newborn son to finally meet the one who worked so hard to bring them into the world. You've been to hell and back, he just wants the baby to be grateful even if all they do is squint their eyes and slowly wiggle around. You smile at them when you wake up, cooing at your child when Coryo places them on your chest for skin-to-skin contact. He even takes his shirt off when you need to take a break to eat the expensive sushi, he had delivered to have his own skin to skin contact with your child.
It's hard to stay mad at a baby that's the spitting image of himself.
If you died, the whole hospital would be eviscerated nuclear bomb style /j
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i might say something that will offend you in this post because i may have certain misconceptions and stereotypes about the lgbtqia+ community that i'm probably unaware of. but hopefully, this comes off across from a good place and any offense taken was completely unintentional and i apologize in advance. these are my opinions and mine alone because this is what i've noticed so far in my 22 years of life on this wretched earth:
in african culture, when a woman gets married, the groom's family has to pay dowry. and when that woman dies, she will be buried with her husband's family's graveyard, instead of being buried in her family's graveyard.
now i knew the first part of that for a long time, but i didn't know the second part and i was horrified when i did because why would my husband's family want to keep me after i'm no longer of service to them? because that's what marriage is to me, that's how i see it. a transaction. in the current age of alpha pod cast bros, incels and the men in my own country being inherently misogynistic anytime i express myself in a way that challenges how they view women, i've come to the conclusion that marrying someone from my own culture would probably kill me in more ways than one.
it would kill me in the sense of me knowing that there's more to life than being reduced to an unpaid maid, surrogate, sex machine and other things that are physically, mentally and emotionally debilitating.
i'd asked an older woman (40s) from an african culture about this and she... tried to make it seem as though the dowry thing wasn't a transaction and more like the groom's family saying thank you to the bride's family for raising such an upstanding young lady for their son. which, in hindsight, was just her trying to dampen the severity of what was actually going on and i think she was trying to make me feel less apprehensive about the idea of marriage, fully knowing that it will always, always, always put women at a disadvantage in some way, shape or form.
she, herself, is married. has been for over 20 years now. and she's someone close to me, someone who i regard very highly.
but for her to... i don't wanna say lie about the dowry thing because i feel like she has a different opinion than mine, but the way she looked at me when i asked her about it makes me aware that it's a sensitive issue and she didn't want to frighten me so the only way to do that was to not tell the truth.
and that lowkey makes me trust her less now, which hurts because i really do value her opinion on things. because i want the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, no matter how brutal it is, if i'm going to make an informed decision about certain things that might alter the course of my entire life.
anyway, dowry, husband's family claws to you, even after death. terrifying thought. my point is that in whatever cultures i hear about, whatever cultures i come across, there's always going to be a woman being exploited somehow. whether she's bought, sold or abused by someone close to her so that the men can benefit from it, there's always going to be that element to some degree and i think as women, especially, the younger generation, need to be made aware of it.
which then brings me to another issue that i now have to face because of this, which is the subject of my asexuality because it directly contradicts everything there is about being a woman in my particular culture. especially the part where it involves sex. and those of you from ethnic cultures and are part of the lgbtqia+ community know this struggle. it may vary from the gays, to the lesbians, to the bisexuals, to the transgenders, nonbinaries and so forth, but the different struggles we all face are connected by the same things and that's the horrifying and intricate beauty of the patriarchy and white supremacy.
what do i mean by this? the main point of all this is that sexual intercourse is a tool used to obtain and maintain power in a heterosexual relationship. and anyone who does not fall in a heterosexual relationship is seen as not normal or a threat or something negative.
let's take a gay relationship, for instance. perhaps there's two men in a relationship. since there isn't a woman in the equation, society sees it as wrong. society sees it as a threat to the heterosexual, patriarchal structure that has been built. why? since there isn't a woman in the equation that needs to fulfil the role of being subjugated and exploited in some way.
same with lesbian relationships, but it's slightly different in the sense of there isn't a man in the equation to do the exploiting. just two women existing in a relationship, no man involved as the center of attention, no man that needs his every desire to be catered to.
i feel like lesbians are the luckiest people because they don't have to deal with men the way straight women, gay men and other people do and it just goes to show that sexuality really isn't a choice. if it was, i'd chose not to be attracted to men.
with a bisexual, you're pressured to "pick a side" because being attracted to more than one gender, according to society, is also wrong. also, just because you're in a relationship with someone of one sex, doesn't mean you're still not attracted someone of another sex. not sure if this applies to pansexuals as well, but i think it does.
if it's a nonbinary person or gender neutral, also a problem because not conforming to one specific gender, no matter how uncomfortable it makes you feel or how it really is not something you can truly identify with.
transgender: transitioning from one gender to the other. also a problem, according to society because apparently it's wrong to identify with something you're not born as?? if i'm putting it lightly and in the simplest terms that i understand it. adding to that, society sees it as a problem because transgender men (or anyone who wasn't born a woman) carrying children and transgender women not having children is not what the patriarchy is about, therefore it is a threat to it because of how non-traditional it is. that and so much more regarding being transgender, it's a huge threat to the system(s) put in place and i think that's why they're at a higher risk of being physically put in harm's way which is frightening to think about.
asexual: since you're not attracted to anyone or don't want to have sex with anyone, you're a problem to society because you are that much harder to exploit if you aren't in a relationship with a man. because you're either "too picky" (code for; your standards are too high and i can't step up my game to reach them) or "you're sick and need to see a doctor" (code for; i can't seem to change your mind and neither have countless others, so i can't seem to find a way to force you to be in a relationship with me therefore my only other option is to make you feel like you're weird for not allowing that) or "you'll meet the right one" (you'll meet that one person who will finally get under your skin enough to sink their teeth in and use you the way they want to) or any other phrase the average asexual has heard.
like all of these things centered around men and men's desire for sex, for marriage, for children.
still, even if i wasn't asexual, even if i was just another straight woman, it wouldn't have made that much of a difference (if any at all) because i still stand firm in my belief that marriage was built as a transaction, as away to suppress and oppress women's voices and autonomy because the world i live in has not changed its ways regarding how daughters, wives and mothers are treated in households that are apprently supposed to protect them.
maybe my opinion might change when i'm older. maybe that's when men stop acting like complete monsters to us. maybe i might find that one guy who isn't as monstrous as the rest and even then, i'll still question if i'd want to be vulnerable enough to willingly legally bind myself to him and him to me. and if i do want that, then fine. so be it.
but as of right now and always? having kids? out of the question. married or not, i am not having a child for one reason or the next. i've seen myself around children, okay? i don't like the person i become when a kid pushes my boundary. i don't like having to suddenly question the morality of smacking a kid and telling them to shut up before i do something worse. and i can barely remember to eat and i hate cooking on a regular basis, the mere concept of feeding someone else at regular intervals so they grow up healthy is mentally exhausting, on top of doing countless other things to make sure that they grow up to be functional adults.
all of that is required as a woman, especially in my culture. i'm expected to get married and have kids at some point in my young adult life. but i don't know if i have it in me for even one of those things and i'm damn sure that i don't want the other.
the african woman i spoke of, i worry for her because when she dies probably maybe 3-4 decades from now because she's still in her 40s godwilling, her children will have to advocate for her when she can't, they will have to stand 10 toes down and demand that she be buried with the family she grew up in because that's what she said she wanted and not the family she married into. and i know they will because they love her too much not to grant her that final wish and let any cultural practice to get in the way of her last moments of happiness.
anyway, that's all i had to say.
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King!König x Sorceress!Reader Part I Word count: 4.8K Tags/warnings: Dark, supper Dark, Death, Dragon, Magic, rape?, Cursing, mental health (delusion and crazy), intrusive thoughts, (tell me if I miss any) A/N: I wrote this mostly listening to man whimpering audio so yeah 😃. This inst reel inspired me
You cannot keep doing this madness, Y/N. It needs to stop.”
“I know that you are in denial and do not want to accept that she is dead—”
“She is not dead.”
The priestess let out a big sigh and let her shoulder drop. This is really a lost cause and a dead battle; to even think that this woman is here to convince YOU that YOUR twin is dead is a joke. You have felt her heartbeat; she is not dead. She just needs a little boost to wake her up. That is all.
“If she is not dead, then why did you put a freezing spell on her body?” She is being difficult again with all of these smart answers, but to be frank, right now, you wouldn't give a damn. She interrupted an important spell you were trying to cast. You have been working on it for two months, and this woman is not going to stop you now.
“That’s none of your business, Amanda, and you need to leave.” She and everyone else have been getting on your nerves lately for some reason. You have missed your dear sister very much; that could be a reason, or the fact that you have not rested or sat down to process anything for the past six months. There are a lot of factors as to why, right now, you were about to blow this smug woman to the ground.
Wait, but why do you hate Amanda?
She used to be your best friend, aside from your sister.
Why?
Who gives a damn? She is bothering you, and if she does not leave right now, something might happen to her.
“You are in denial and you need help; that’s okay,” she says, walking up to you like you're some injured animal about to attack her.
“Amanda, for the last time, for your own good, leave right now.” It’s flat, a dead tone, and also a fact for her own good; she needs to go. You do not have the whole day to argue about whether your sister is dead or not; even saying that is laughable.
Viviana…
Your sister… dead?…
. Be serious now.
Viviana can never die
Ever.
. Not without you, anyway
You both came to this world together,
. and you will leave it together.
Besides, you you felt her heartbeat.
She is not dead.
She is just asleep.
. yeah just sleeping
. Not dead at all.
. Never dead.
She cannot die.
You have repeated that phrase in your head too many times not to believe it. It’s not like you imagined this whole thing. How can you just imagine her heartbeat? How can you hear it if she is dead, like everyone is saying? You have beaten it into your skull that she is not dead, and she CANNOT be dead at all. No reality or universe will take your sister away from you, not even your sister herself. So now let's get back to the woman who is standing in front of you.
“Y/N, we were all there; we saw her die… I know, dear, it’s difficult to accept that she is gone, but you cannot act like this… It’s just driven by guilt and grief, Y/N.” What the hell is she talking about now? Your spell is fading and drying away, and this woman is still talking.
“The council will exile you if you perform this spell; you know it’s forbidden to dabble with death. Besides, even if you bring her back, she will not be the same. She will not be your sister but a complete stranger.”
If that council will exile you, then you will leave before they say it. It’s not like you can't leave; you never wanted to live here anyway. You and Viviana leaving this hellish place to live in the middle of the forest, scaring off and terrifying any man who dares to come close, has been your dream. But then Viviana had to go and marry this basterd human who got her pregnant, and now this. all because of a man. You should have ripped his cock off and fed it to him when you had the chance.
“We will leave; do not worry about that, Amber,” you sighed, still not moving, still looking at her with absolute disgust and attitude. She really is disgusting to look at—short, with long blond hair. You used to think she was a beauty and often compared yourself to her, but not now. Now you are glad you are taller and can tower over her.
Looking back at your sister's body, which has been lying there for at least three weeks now, you have been changing her clothes and jewelry often, not wanting her to wake up feeling bad or ugly; she always cared about her looks, your sister. Beautiful she was, sweet, and a little bitchy, just like you. Looking back at Amber, you said.
“We will leave before sunrise.”
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On the other side of the world is a bastard of a kingdom. And his name is, ironically and hilariously, König, meaning King. His queen mother wanted him to have 'King' in his name, at least because he would never be king in real life. It’s really a mockery and sneer to all. His name is King, but he is a bastard.
There were many rumors about who his father was: demon, some say, or giant, goblin, others say. But the closest one to reality is that his mother found her husband cheating on her with some servants and ordered every man in the palace to come into the bedroom and line up, while her husband watched she had sex with all of them. There was nothing he could do but watch as his wife bedded man after man; she was a queen after all. That is also a rumor; that doesn’t mean it didn't happen; it sure did happen, but that was not how he was conceived.
Well, it does not matter how he was conceived or who his father was; what matters is that he is in fact a bastard and has the look of a monster. With red hair and red eyes to match, his height and body are monstrously tall and big; he was born crying and bloody. The priest who was praying had said he had come to punish his queen mother for all the sin she had committed against him and the people. After scaring off too many children and older people with his face, he started wearing a metel mask to add to his mestry and scarred aura. With just his red eye visible, no one dared to even look up to him. 
He has lived comfortably for a bastard, but as far away from the court as possible so as not to learn and overthrow his mother or his half-brother, the crown prince. Prince Ivan came five years after Konig was born; he was born quite so quietly that the wet nurse thought he was dead. Ivan is the exact opposite of Konig on a physical level; he is short and skinny with brown hair and black eyes, and he has always been boring and bland to look at. He does not look like his mother, who has sharp features, and he does not look like his father, who is fat, ugly, and bald.
He looks like no one, and I think he likes it.
Konig and Ivan do not have any type of relationship, friendship, or even conversation. They do acknowledge each other, but there is no animosity or hatred towards each other. Even Konig, as much as he hates every living thing, does not hate him, but he does not love him either; it's just nothing. The same goes for Ivan. He doesn’t hear him when people compare him to his older brother and tell him how strong, fast, or how he should be the one who should be king; he just feels bland. It’s not the cliché relationship of half-siblings fighting for the crown or anything like that. They stay as far away as possible from each other and live their lives. 
“The queen, your mother, has been ill lately.” It’s Konig's Lord friend who said it, Günter. They had gone hunting to waste time and talk about politics, women, and whatever men talk about when they are hunting. To be more honest, Gunter is the one talking, and Konig will have no choice but to listen. Konig said nothing but grunted to acknowledge that he heard him. He knew that she had been sick, and he couldn’t give a rat's ass about it. She can drop dead now, for all he cares.
“When she dies, your scrawny brother will be crowned king.” Does every lord talk this much? Konig came here to hunt, and this bastard wouldn't shut up or stop making noise.
"Don't you ever want to be king?"
"Talk one more time, and I will cut your tongue off." Konig said it seriously, but this bastard stood still and started howling like a fucking wolf. Any animal would run as soon as they heard his ridiculous laugh.
It's dark when they decide to walk back to the castle. They left the maids and cleaners behind to clean up anything. Konig has not said anything the whole way, but the talkative Lord has not shut up until now. "But I am serious, Konig. Do you really think he will be a good king? In your heart of hearts, do you think he can lead this country?" Günter was looking at him when he said it. "I don't know, and I don't care. I don't want the crown, and I can't have the crown, so for the love of God, stop talking." That was that, and it marked the end of the long, dragging conversation.
"Ok, ok, I won't bring this up again." The Lord surrendered and put his head up, smiling. Even though he cannot see Konig's face, he knows he is looking at him skeptically, so he added, "I promise, now let's forget about this and have a feast. Hey? Come on," they both said, going to the castle. They grew up together, and they both consider each other brothers. Konig having royal background and Günter being a lord son, they joined the military at a young age just for the fun of it and became friends, or the truth Gunther annyond Konig so much, he just let him be his friend. But one thing is clear: Their love and care for one another are undeniable. even if they show it in different ways. 
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After learning that the council would exile you if you performed the spell you had been tirelessly working on day and night, you made the difficult decision to leave. The journey has been taxing, with the most challenging part being transporting your sister's unconscious body. Yet with the courage and stubbornness you possess, you managed it. Now, after a month of travel, you find yourself standing right in front of the door.
This cabin was a generous gift given to you by a wealthy lord who once sought your hand in marriage. Despite his attempts to woo you with opulence, your heart remained untouched. Nevertheless, he insisted you keep this house as a token of his admiration. It stands as a two-story sanctuary, meticulously furnished and adorned. Its atmosphere emanates a captivating Gothic charm, perfectly resonating with your taste and aesthetic preferences.
The relentless rain had accompanied your journey throughout the day, and as dusk fell, the ominous gray clouds threatened to engulf the world in darkness. Sensing the impending nightfall, you directed the carriage driver to halt directly in front of the house, urging him to inspect it for any signs of trouble. After all, it had been quite some time since you or your sister last set foot here, leaving room for uncertainty about who or what might have taken residence in your absence. Stepping out of the carriage, your elegant black dress and coat brushed against the wet ground as you ventured towards the door, a shiver running down your spine as the cold rain continued to pour down.
As expected, there was nobody but dust and dirt, a testament to the neglect this place had suffered. You were relieved that you wouldn't have to confront anyone trespassing on your property; the last thing you needed was another confrontation. While the two men accompanying you unloaded your belongings into the house, you took a moment to survey the surroundings, your senses on high alert for any sign of intruders. But there was nothing—just the eerie silence of abandonment.
Lately, paranoia has taken root in your mind, fueled by stress and fatigue. You couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, haunted by dreams of a colossal figure with gleaming red eyes. Yet you dismissed these visions as mere manifestations of your troubled mind, a consequence of the turmoil you had endured.
With a deep breath, you pushed aside your apprehensions, focusing instead on the task at hand. There was work to be done, and dwelling on imaginary threats would only hinder your progress. As you stepped into the dimly lit interior of the house, you resolved to put these fears to rest and get to work. 
"Madam, we are done with your belongings," came the voice from the doorway, interrupting your solemn task of arranging your sister's body. You glanced up, acknowledging the man who had assisted you and his partner. They had indeed done a commendable job, and you appreciated their efficiency and discretion.
"Take the stash of gold in the red-cut case. Two shares for both of you," you instructed, gesturing towards the designated container. "And thank you both for your assistance. It has been a smooth journey, thanks to you."
The man nodded gratefully, a hint of relief evident in his expression. "Thank you, madam. Have a great night," he said respectfully before bowing and taking his leave, leaving you once again in the quiet solitude of the room with your sister's still form.
You sat at the edge of the bed, gently brushing Viviana's hair away from her serene face. The memories flooded your mind, reminding you of the deep bond you shared with her—the unspoken understanding, the silent communication that transcended words. How you missed her—her intuitive knowledge of your desires and needs without you having to utter a single word. It was a connection beyond description, one that anchored you to her in ways you couldn't fathom.
As you caressed her hair, you felt the weight of desperation settle in your chest. You would go to any lengths to bring her back and feel her presence beside you once more. You would strike a bargain with the devil himself if it meant she would return to you. All she needed was a gentle nudge and a flicker of hope to awaken from her slumber.
Your hand trembled as it reached up to wipe away the tears that had unknowingly escaped your eyes. Why would you cry when you knew she would return? There was no room for doubt, no reason for tears. Yet, in the quiet of the room, surrounded by memories of happier times, the ache in your heart was too profound to ignore. So, you crawled back to her side, intending to sleep beside her, but the chill emanating from her body stopped you short. Concerned for her well-being, you rose from the bed, determined to fetch thicker blankets. You couldn't bear the thought of her waking up only to find herself sick.
Quickly, you retrieved the blankets, ensuring they were thick and warm. With gentle care, you wrapped them around her, cocooning her in warmth and comfort. Satisfied that she was well covered, you returned to her side, slipping under the blankets beside her.
As you settled in, you pulled her close, seeking solace in her presence, even in her unconscious state. Despite the uncertainty of the situation, being close to her brought a sense of peace to your troubled mind. With a silent prayer for her well-being, you closed your eyes, hoping that the night would pass without any further disturbances.
As you plunged deeper into the familiar woods surrounding your secluded sanctuary, the darkness enveloped you like a heavy cloak, broken only by the ethereal glow of the moon above. Yet, amidst the tranquil stillness of the night, an unsettling sensation began to gnaw at the edges of your consciousness. With growing unease, you realized that you had lost control of your own body and were compelled to move forward by some unseen force. Panic surged within you as your steps quickened involuntarily, propelling you deeper into the heart of the forest.
Then, echoing through the silent night, came a primal roar that reverberated through your chest and soul, filling you with dread. Was it a monstrous creature lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce? Your mind raced with fear, but still, you could not halt your frenzied pace. As the roar grew closer, terror seized you, driving you to run faster, though your legs moved of their own accord. The forest thinned, revealing the tranquil expanse of a moonlit lake, its surface shimmering like liquid silver in the pale light.
But any semblance of peace was shattered as you beheld a sight that chilled you to the core—a colossal dragon, its mighty wings beating against the night sky as it soared towards you with ominous purpose. Paralyzed with fear, you could only watch as the dragon descended, its fiery breath igniting the air around you. In a terrifying crescendo, flames engulfed you, consuming you in searing heat and blinding agony. 
With a jolt, you were torn from the nightmare, gasping for breath as the echoes of your screams faded into the night. Trembling and drenched in cold sweat, you clung to the remnants of reality, haunted by the vivid memory of the draconic apparition that had plagued your dreams. As your racing heart gradually slowed, your first instinct was to check on your sister to ensure she remained unharmed by the nightmarish visions that tormented your sleep. With trembling hands, you reached out to feel her steady breath, a reassuring sign that she remained undisturbed by your turmoil.
Drawing a shaky breath, you attempted to calm your racing thoughts, the darkness of the bedroom enveloping you like a suffocating cloak. The candles had long since burned out, leaving the room shrouded in impenetrable blackness. Realizing the need for light, you resolved to fetch fresh candles from the nearby storage, hoping to dispel the oppressive darkness that threatened to consume you.
As you moved to rise from the bed, your senses suddenly heightened, alerting you to an unfamiliar presence lurking just beyond the confines of your chamber. The hairs on the back of your neck prickled with unease as a thunderous footstep echoed through the quiet house, sending shivers down your spine. The broken glass crunching underfoot served as a grim reminder of the intruder's presence, urging you to remain vigilant. Opening your bedroom door quietly and descending the stairs, in the darkness, you could make out the menacing silhouette of an intruder, their footsteps echoing ominously across the floorboards.
Fear clenched at your heart as you braced yourself for whatever unknown threat lurked in the shadows, your mind racing with a flurry of questions and apprehensions. And then you saw the gleaming red eyes that had been following you, and then you reacted. 
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Month Prior
As Konig and Günter returned from their hunt, their minds preoccupied with thoughts of the upcoming feast, they were surprised to find a royal messenger awaiting them at the castle gates. The sight of the messenger in full regalia, his sword gleaming in the fading light, immediately piqued their curiosity.
Dismounting from his horse, the messenger stood with an air of authority, his gaze unwavering as Konig and Günter approached. The tension in the air was palpable, hinting at the importance of the message he carried. With a respectful nod, the messenger addressed them, his voice carrying the weight of his solemn duty. "My lord, I bear urgent tidings from the royal court," he announced, his words cutting through the quiet evening air like a blade.
Konig and Günter exchanged a glance, their curiosity piqued by the messenger's grave demeanor. Whatever news he brought must be of great significance to warrant such a formal delivery. He extended two parchment rolls, one for Konig and the other for Günter. The weight of the scrolls seemed to carry the gravity of the news they bore, adding to the air of anticipation that hung between them.
Konig accepted the scroll with a sense of foreboding, his fingers tracing the intricate seal that marked it as an official missive from the royal court. Beside him, Günter received his own scroll, his brow furrowing with concern as he took in the official insignia adorning it.
With a respectful nod to the messenger, Konig unrolled the parchment, his eyes scanning the words written on it. Günter mirrored his actions, his gaze flicking across the lines of text as he sought to decipher the message within. As they read, the weight of the news settled upon them like a shroud, casting a pall over their expressions. The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken implications, with each man grappling with the implications of the message they had received.
The messenger acknowledged that his task was complete. He turned on his heel, the sound of his boots echoing against the cobblestones as he made his way back to his waiting horse. With a swift motion, he mounted his steed and spurred it into motion, the sound of hoofbeats fading into the distance as he rode out of the castle courtyard. 
"Now, why the fuck do they want you to go there?" It was Günter who spoke first. His blunt question hung in the air, reflecting the confusion swirling in both their minds. Konig remained silent, his brow furrowed in deep concentration as he continued to pore over the contents of the message. It left little room for hesitation or delay, but the lack of clarity only added to their unease.
"I need to depart by tomorrow morning." Konig's voice rang out, betraying none of the turmoil brewing within him. Despite his outward composure, a tempest of questions raged inside him, each one threatening to unravel his stoic facade. He couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that he already knew the answers he sought.
Beside him, Günter remained silent for a moment, his keen gaze fixed on Konig's unreadable body language. With a subtle nod, he acknowledged his understanding of the situation, a silent testament to the unspoken bond between them. Though he too harbored his own doubts and fears, he knew better than to voice them aloud.
As they trudged back towards their quarters, the weight of the messages hung heavy in the air, casting a pall over their usual banter. Konig's voice cut through the silence, breaking the tension that had settled between them.
"What does your letter say?" he inquired, his tone edged with a hint of apprehension.
Günter glanced at the parchment in his hand, his brow furrowing slightly as he recalled its contents. "Not much," he admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "Just a directive to provide you with any necessary equipment for your journey."
Throughout the night, Konig grappled with the unsettling reality of the task ahead. Why had he been singled out to face the peril of slaying a dragon alone? The letter he received offered little explanation beyond a directive to depart by morning for the distant lands plagued by the creature's terror.
Konig understood the divide between the realms of magic and ordinary folk, yet the prospect of traversing this boundary alone filled him with dread. Despite his prowess as a warrior, he knew that facing a dragon unaided was a death sentence. No mortal man could stand against such a formidable foe.
As the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, Konig couldn't shake the feeling that he was being set up for a fall. It became clear that the king's consort, driven by ambition and a desire to secure power for his lineage, sought to eliminate Konig as a threat to his son's claim to the throne. With the queen's health in question, Konig represented the last obstacle to Prince Ivan's ascent. Refusing to carry out the orders constitutes a grave offense, one he could not afford to commit. Despite his steadfast refusal of the crown and his disinterest in the trappings of power, it seemed his mere existence posed a threat to certain individuals within the kingdom.
As the first light of dawn painted the sky, Konig made his final preparations for the journey ahead. With the resources provided by Günter, he equipped himself with the necessary supplies and gear, ensuring that he would be adequately prepared for the challenges that lay ahead. Konig felt a heavy weight settle in his chest as he bid farewell to his friend. With a resolute expression, Konig set forth on his journey into the realm of magic. 
The journey was uneventful for the most part, save for a few encounters with rowdy travelers and inebriated individuals. However, everything changed once Konig crossed over into the realm of magic. Here, the rules were different, and the price of admission was steep. Konig tread carefully, wary of drawing attention to himself. In this world, even the most mundane actions could attract unwanted scrutiny, and he knew that his mission to slay the dragon must remain a closely guarded secret. 
Despite the allure of the enchanting creatures that crossed his path, he pushed forward, deeper into the forest, where the influence of civilization waned and he could move unnoticed. With each step, Konig remained vigilant, his senses alert to any sign of danger or discovery. In this realm where magic reigned supreme, he knew that his survival depended on his ability to blend in and conceal his true intentions.
After traveling for nearly a month, Konig felt the weight of exhaustion pressing down on him like never before. The unforgiving woods of this realm seemed to stretch endlessly, surrounding him with towering trees that obscured the moonlight. Every night brought haunting nightmares that gnawed at his sanity, and now fatigue threatens to consume him entirely. He knew he needed a break—a chance to bathe and rest his weary body.
But here, in this endless forest, finding a suitable place to rest seemed impossible. Yet, he couldn't afford to continue without respite. Without it, even reaching the dragon would be futile, as he would be too exhausted to fight. With determination fueled by desperation, Konig pressed on, his eyes scanning the dense foliage for any sign of respite, clinging to the hope of finding a moment of peace amidst the relentless wilderness.
and then two days later, he found it. Konig stumbled upon a small, crystal-clear lake nestled at the edge of the woodland. With a sense of relief, he swiftly discarded his armor, clothes, and metal mask, eager to wash away the grime and exhaustion that clung to him. The chill of the water was invigorating, rejuvenating his weary body as he luxuriated in its embrace. Even his faithful horse seemed to share in his delight, eagerly joining him in the refreshing waters.
As the midnight hour approached, the moon cast its ethereal glow upon the tranquil scene. Konig, now dressed and revitalized, found himself drawn to a darkened house adorned with Gothic designs, its imposing presence reminiscent of his own secluded abode. He guided his horse to a halt and approached the door. He knocked repeatedly, hoping for a response. Yet, as the moments passed in silence, he grew impatient. With one final knock, he resolved to enter by force if no one answered. He resorted to his last option and smashed the glass door to gain entry. 
With his towering frame, he had to crouch down to enter through the shattered door, each footstep crunching over the broken glass. Inside, the house was as dark as the night outside, filled with the musty scent of dust and neglect. Despite the eerie atmosphere, he pressed forward, determined to ensure he was alone. That's when he noticed a distinct, heavy presence lurking within, distinct from his own or his horse's. 
Everything happened in a blur of motion. First, his horse grew restless, sensing something amiss. Then, a shadow loomed over him from behind before he could even draw his sword or react. The next moment, he felt a searing pain as darkness enveloped him, and he crashed to the ground with a heavy thud. As his consciousness faded, he caught a glimpse of a woman standing before him, surrounded by crackling energy, her beauty juxtaposed with the lethal power radiating from her hands. 
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my lucifer headcanons
note: these are just my own head canons. things i’ve noticed, how i write lucifer, what plays into why i write luce the way i do… etc. purely my own opinion.
- i think michael was very fond of his brother
- when the time came though to listen to dad and fulfill his duty or be a brother to lucifer michael chose duty
- the betrayal is still a sore spot for lucifer
- during lucifer’s “youth” he was curious, always dreaming up incredible creations… it was why he was dads favorite.
- he made the star fish, “because the sea deserves its own stars!” and he also made the duck. the ducks first iteration was quite a bit larger… lucifer and god compromised on a smaller duck. (more like god bribed lucifer.)
- he watched adam be made…. so he was always fond of him and lilith… until he fell in love with lilith…
- he didn’t realize it was love
- but michael knew and michael was scared. so he would draw lucifer away from the garden every chance he got
- lucifer was very naive when he was cast down to hell. he knew so much, he had been alive for so long, but there was so much life experience he didn’t have.
- the first few years in hell were horrible…
- he had hope at first
- maybe it all wouldn’t be so bad
- it was really bad. like really bad. the people who came down to hell were unspeakable devils
- (this is based off a fic i read and i can’t find it, if this rings any bells pls let me know the fic name) but lucifer is continuously appalled and distraught by the atrocities committed in his name.
- it’s one of the reasons he so powerful. he has the angelic power but also the power from those who worship him and make sacrifices for him
he really hates it. a lot. makes him feel no better than the worse overlord (cough alastor cough)
- charlie has no idea and she’ll never know if he can help it
- lucifer smells like apples and vanilla musk, a hint of cinnamon and something floral or citrusy.
- the floral or citrus changes depending on his mood
- he has a huge library. he actually pops up to earth with Asmodeous sometimes and takes books.
- he saved the whole Library of Alexandria’s books before it burned down
- he’s great friends with all the sins
- arguably closest with Beelzebub and Asmodeous
- he loves claw machines. the lights, the sounds, the prize winning???? he’s so fucking happy
- he actually wears glasses to read. he doesn’t need them but he says they make him look smarter.
- is actually a pretty good leader, is not nearly as forgiving as charlie is, but he’s not inherently cruel
- his third favorite color is pink
- his first and second are yellow and red, obviously
- he has expensive ass, maximalist taste.
- he doesn’t use tech because he knows what vox does to said tech.
- he’s always wanted a dog
- he’s very touchy. shows love physically. is only this way if he likes you though
- he has nightmares almost every night
- coffee addict
- because after not sleeping he wakes up looking like death warmed over
- and that’s if he didn’t forget to eat the past few days except for random snacks and didn’t do a 48 hour blitz of staying up working on ducks or the bit of kingdom shit he does.
- he has a handful of servants who he trusts and they are the only one in the house. there’s no team. nothing like that. he keeps it very close
- this was after someone who was a servant tried to throw an angelic dagger at his head because really they wanted to kill him and thought working for him would get them close enough.
- he homeschooled charlie. he knows a lot of stuff and even knew the guy who created calculus!
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Dearie~ Pt. 4
Alastor x Singer! Reader
Summary: A pot left to boil may simmer over at some point, and Vox is about to learn that lesson.
Trigger Warnings: Physical Violence (Against Reader), Abuse, Coercion, Kidnapping, Restraint, and Manipulation
Word Count: 1395
"Satan! Why are you so difficult! I do e̵̙̕ṽ̶̘͝ė̸͉̼̍ṟ̷͋y̴̥͑t̷̥̝̿̄h̵̛̳ǐ̵͍͈̉n̶̢̋g̴͙͈̐͛ for you and t̵̝̔h̵̘̉ḯ̸͈s̴̫̓ is how you repay me, you b̷̟͝i̶͓͝ṫ̷͉c̸͎̐h̵̼̅" Every buffered word reverberated through the room, each syllable a heavy step that brought Vox closer. He loomed over you, a shadow casting its weight upon your curled-up form in the dimly lit corner. The air crackled with tension as the pungent scent of demon rage filled the confined space.
"If you would just listen," Vox's voice resonated, carrying a mix of frustration and desperation. His plea hung in the air, a haunting echo of a desire for understanding. “I wouldn’t have to do this”
His foot stomped against your temple, and your whole world went dark before you could even make a sound.
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In the end Alastor ended up back at the hotel, right back where he started. His Darling, still trapped, and possibly worse off then she was before, with no way out.
As Alastor pondered the plan he toyed with, a heavy sigh escaped him. The weight of the decision settled in his chest. He hesitated, knowing the gravity of the steps he was about to take. Yet, for the sake of his dear, he knew he had no other choice.
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Alastor asked his old friend Zestial to call a meeting. There stood all of the relevant overlords of the Pride Ring, minus the Vees. Luckily all of them just so happened to be friendly with him, and or loved his Darling. She was a charmer and that did not end with run of the mill demons on the street.
"Why have you called us here, Alastor" Carmilla was straight to the point, and obviously had better things to be doing.
"During my seven-year hiatus," Alastor began, his tone measured, "my Dearie struck a deal with Vox. She's in trouble, and I require your assistance to bring her back." The room fell silent as the overlords absorbed the weight of his words, their expressions shifting from curiosity to concern.
The Overlords scooted in closer and unanimously agreed that they would help, not just for Alastor’s sake but for the sake of their friend.
Alastor supposed it was time to get down to business.
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When you woke up you felt real restraints tying you to a chair. A pair of handcuffs linked each arm to their armrest, and your legs were duct taped together.
"Finally you're up!" Vox jumped from the box he was sitting on, looking up from scrolling on his phone, "Good, I thought I lost you there"
You tried to pull yourself free from the shackles but as you had assumed they were not budging.
You slumped back in your seat. You were well aware that seeing Alastor was a bad idea, and it wasn't going to end well. However, just in case you didn't make it you wanted to see him one last time, and hold him again even if for a moment.
"Now, I assume you're going to be a good girl and do as I say. You are going to hair and makeup to get all dolled up for a special performance on Vox-2-Nite, and you're going to perform the song I wrote for you exactly as written. You are going to show the world how grateful you are for us and then you're going to do it all over again tomorrow. Okay, doll, now you are going to be on your best behavior" He carefully unlocked one of your cuffs.
You circled your sore wrist, and once your other was free made a move to punch him right in his flat face. However, a blue chain wrapped around your wrist, and pulled you to the side.
"Ah, ah, ah, what did I say about being a good girl" He landed a swift kick to your stomach, "Pretty please will you cooperate, wouldn't want to make make-up's job harder than it already is"
He dragged you from the chain, up multiple flights of stairs, and around many hallways until you reached a dressing room.
"Fix her! She's on in an hour" He growled at the nearest make-up artist, who promptly got to work concealing your many bruises and cuts caused by Vox himself.
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"Umm Alastor," Charlie tentatively called to him from the lobby, "I think you're going to want to see this"
He told the hotel about his plans right after his meeting with the other overlords. While Charlie didn't want her people to resort to violence, she knew that this was one of the rare exceptions to that idea. She knew that you were being hurt by Vox and his fellow Vees, and even though she had never met you, she knew you were special by the way Alastor cared about you.
So when Alastor appeared to question what Charlie wanted he was greeted by a horrible sight on the picture-box in front of him.
There you stood, your beautiful face obviously covered in make-up that you didn't usually wear. Your eyes sunken in, and your dress nothing like what you would normally wear. Worse of all were the handprints around your neck, and Alastor knew just who to blame for those.
As the haunting melody filled the room, each note carried the weight of the protagonist's suppressed emotions. With each word, the performance became a silent plea for freedom, the lyrics echoing the depths of a love distorted by Vox's malevolence. The protagonist's eyes, hidden behind layers of makeup, betrayed a profound sadness.
One day, I loved you, the next you were gone, Never looking back, to see if I was okay. Maybe it will be okay, but the shadows grow long, In the afterlife, a cannibal's wife, oh deer, darling, look what we've done. A pity, a shame, how the game was played, A pawn in the king's palm I shall stay. You'll see me on screen, forced to watch, As I spoil and rot, our love left to decay. Once the apple of your eye, now abandoned and cold, Never to see the light of day, your shining face I can't hold. In this twisted fate, a tragic tale unfolds, I'm tethered to the screen, where our story's been sold.
The lyrics echoed in your mind, a bittersweet reminder of the entwined fate that held you captive. The words became a mantra, a whispered promise that somewhere beyond the screen, a chance for a different ending awaited.
Oh deer, darling, the pain never subsides, In this afterlife, where love painfully hides. A cinematic nightmare, I'm forever confined, To the echoes of our past, lost in rewind. A pity, a shame, how the game was played, A pawn in the king's palm I shall stay. You'll see me on screen, forced to watch, As I spoil and rot, our love left to decay. But maybe in another life, our paths will align, Beyond the screens, where love's star will brightly shine. For now, I'll linger in this haunting reel, A cannibal's wife, trapped in a love surreal.
The melancholy tune continued and reverberated through. Everyone is listening.
Luckily you wouldn't be singing his song much longer.
~~~
As the weeks crawled by, a clandestine plan took shape in the shadows. The air crackled with anticipation, each passing day building toward an inevitable confrontation. Whispers of rebellion lingered in the halls of Vox Tower
 Vox Tower was quite literally shaking on its foundation. A radio crackle came from below your bed, and you rushed to check it.
"Alastor?"
"Get somewhere safe, mon cherie" The static cut off abruptly and the shaking became worse. All you could do was crouch in the corner and cover your neck with your hands.
~~~
"What the f̸̛̱̏̃͛̈́͋̌̍͑́͝͝ừ̴͖͍̯̥̦͔͓̿͛͌͌̽̍̂̅͝c̵̨̟̤̫̺͉̥̓̾͂̿̆̇̇̾̑͗̚k̶͈̼̑̄̋ͅ is going on!" Vox's enraged voice reverberated through Vox Tower. Val and Velvette scrambled to restore order, but Vox's control was slipping. His fortress, once an impenetrable bastion of power, now quivered under the rebellion of overlords.
"Well it seems, that the overlords are fighting back along with those cannibal bitches" Velvette tried to calmly explain the situation, but every word seemed to anger Vox more and more.
The Overlords were turning on them. Led by Alastor they were destroying televisions, VoxSecurity Stores, Billboards, anything they could get their dirty hands on. Their sights were set on Vox Tower, the epicenter of innovation in the Pride Ring. Soon they would descend upon them.
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I guess this... is the end! With an epilogue to follow, probably, that's a little more soft feedism related, but for those who aren't into that it's totally optional. Thanks to everyone who came along for the ride, and I'll put this up on ao3 sometime soon. 😊
Part 1, part 1.5, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10 of the love spell no go au
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The world didn’t end, so life goes on. Eddie, who is the king of casting teeny little spells so he heals fast but not too fast, gets out of the hospital and moves into a one-story little place with Wayne that’s miles from the trailer park. It’s on the same street as Robin’s house so he sees her all the time—but still not as often as he sees Steve. 
And they tell Wayne what really happened, NDAs be damned. It’s a Tuesday night and Steve and Robin have brought a couple Western tapes from their latest shift at the miraculously still standing Family Video; they put one on in the background and a flick of Eddie’s fingers make sure that’s all the government bugs scattered throughout the house can hear. 
Afterwards, when they’re about to head over to the bigger record shop in the next town over to replenish Eddie’s music collection but pulling up at a gas station first, Steve complains that the whole thing was a little anticlimactic. 
“We told him there’s a whole other dimension under Hawkins that there’s this huge government cover-up about it and he didn’t even blink.”
“Well,” Eddie starts, then abruptly reaches for Steve’s ear and produces a quarter from it. He leans over from the passenger seat and holds it up in Steve’s line of vision with a smirk. “It takes a lot to startle us Munson men, sweetheart.”
“Really?” Robin interjects dryly while Steve pulls up to the pump and cuts the engine. “Because the other day Steve asked you to get a sponge from under the kitchen sink and something touched your hand and you shrieked because you thought it was a spider.”
Steve eyes the quarter critically. “Did you… really just magic a coin out of my ear?”
“When it was, in fact, the sponge in question,” Robin finishes. 
Eddie sticks his tongue out at her. “Of course not, baby, that was slight of hand,” he tells Steve, repocketing the coin and glancing around to make sure the gas station is deserted before planting a little kiss on his cheek. 
“Oh, okay.”
“I actually magicked it from your gas money jar into my pocket.”
Steve laughs, and that Eddie wants to bottle and hoard like one of those stupid rich old men with their dusty old French wines. “Good thing I’m not just about to get gas or anything, or I might need that back.”
“I’ll get you something from the convenience store?” Eddie offers, batting his eyelashes and tilting his head in a way that he knows makes his eyes look bigger. Knows because Steve has told him, and seems as susceptible to it as cats to catnip. 
“Strawberry slurpee,” Steve says immediately. “But if they only have cherry, I want a blue one. Wait, Robs—that’s what the screaming was about?”
Eddie flails with both arms, waving at them both to get out of the car as all three of their doors pop open. “Alright, nothing to see here, some of us have snacks to buy and one of us has a car to gas up, let’s go!”
So they all pile out, and Steve points at Eddie over the car while unscrewing the gas cap. “You’re going to use that on the gremlins, right?
“Just who do you take me for?” Eddie scoffs, hooking an arm through Robin’s and dragging her towards the store. “Of course I am, Harrington.”
Robin snorts but keeps up with him, breaking into a frankly jarring skip that causes them to almost trip over the curb right in front of the doors. Once inside, they break into their customary shop-till-you-drop game of trying to grab everything they want, beat the other to the register, and get to the car before Steve finishes filling the tank. They both almost always lose, but it does help make stops like this more efficient. 
(It has been Steve’s idea.)
“You know,” Robin starts conversationally while he’s filling two slurpee cups at once and she’s flipping rapidly through a nearby magazine rack, “I’ve never witnessed the dingus in an actual relationship before.”
Eddie flicks his eyes in her direction, then to the bored-looking cashier, but the statement was vague enough and Robin isn’t stupid. He returns his attention to the slurpee machine. “I find that hard to believe.”
“No, I’m serious. He’s dated a lot, and I mean a lot, but—ah ha!” Snatching the magazine she was looking for, she moves on to the soft pretzel heater and grabs the tongs to fish a couple off the slowly rotating rack. “But no one he’s ever really gotten serious about. He used to complain to me about his dates at length… Kinda relieved that’s over. He’s literally the happiest I’ve ever seen him these days.”
As she turns away to grab a couple Cokes, Eddie hides a giddy smile behind his hair—and then beats her to the register with a slurpee in each hand and a flimsy but full little shopping basket dangling from one arm. 
Because Robin wouldn’t lie, not about Steve. She’d already threatened him over Steve’s welfare back in the hospital (and people thought he was scary, Jesus); it’s obvious that she wouldn’t encourage him if she didn’t think it was in Steve’s best interest. And, against all laws of probability and magic, Eddie seems to make him happy. 
The happiest his platonic soulmate has ever seen him, even. 
“I win,” Steve crows when Eddie is still a few feet from the car. He lifts the nozzle, blows on it like it’s a smoking gun, and pumps his fist in victory. “In your face, Munson!” 
Eddie doesn’t care though. His prize is in Steve’s beaming smile, in the energy that rolls off him that crackles across Eddie’s senses like a kind of magic all his own. “Yeah yeah, big boy, you’re a champ.” He holds up the slurpees and the flimsy plastic bag crammed with a tube of Pringles, a bag of pretzel sticks, Doritos, and various snack cakes. “Are we ready to hit the road or what?”
Robin jogs up behind him, bagless because she keeps insisting that they’re bad for the environment but barely hanging onto her sodas, pretzels, magazines, and a few odd candy bars. “Aw man, did we lose to the dingus again?”
“Yes,” Eddie tells her faux mournfully as he crowds past Steve to the front passenger door, bumping against him way more than necessary but meeting no complaints. “Almost makes me reconsider giving you the change, Steve-o.”
He does anyway, though. Drops a nice, shiny quarter into the gas money jar after getting himself situated, slurpees nestled in their cup holders and a Twinkie already unwrapped to shove suggestively in his boyfriend’s mouth as soon as the wonder twins are both in the car. Robin heckles from the back seat; Steve takes it with the ease of practice and a smirk as he chews and swallows and licks escaping cream filling from the corners of his mouth. 
It’s a beautiful summer’s day and Eddie feels like the luckiest guy in the entire world.
Tag list (comment to be added/removed): @hotluncheddie @8em-em-em8 @anaibis @connected-dots @lawrencebshoggoth @zombiethingy
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Transmasc Swag Polls- PRELIMINARIES
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Propaganda and other info under the cut. Michael Afton art by @askerror87
Why are these characters in the prelims?
It's genuinely up for debate whether these are the same man or not. In my personal opinion, they are reflections of each other and this is backed up with the FNaF movie taking elements of both the games (where Michael Afton is the protagonist) and the books (where Michael Afton arguably doesn't exist). I will be upfront and say I would like to have both in the actual polls if possible. However, it didn't sit right with me to run these two in the same poll without having a second pass for this.
Canonicity Levels-
Because I Said So
Media?
FNaF series
Mike Schmidt Propaganda-
My transmasc friend (with abundant amounts of tboy swag) was trying to figure out what charmed him about Michael in the fnaf movie until he finally had a lightbulb moment and yelled “OH HES A TRANS BOY. HE JUST. HE JUST LOOKS LIKE A TBOY”. I trust his judgement. Takes one to know one. Also just looking at how Mike dressed in the movie I just know he had several disphoria hoodies ready to go. His power is being sad and trying his best to be a good older brother. Give him a medal.
Michael Afton Propaganda-
"you cant just have an irreversible process happen to you that makes you see yourself as some sort of monster without being a trans allegory sorry"
Pollrunner: His entire life and arguably most defining touch on the whole series is cast in the shadow of his father. The actor who voiced him in the like seven lines he has in the games intentionally chose to make Michael's voice quieter and softer and lacking William Afton's signature hard rasp. It's implied and a personal headcanon that the character Old Man Consequences, one of the kindest and most straightforward characters in FNaF and the few who cannot and does not actually kill the player, is actually Michael. Canonically according to the logbooks he's a wonderful artist, a complete snarky bitch when he's nervous and he stims. He has just enough characterization to have concrete facts about but is largely a mystery to us and I think that's pretty swaggy.
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