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phantom-0-writer · 7 months

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prompt 02: tim’s birthday present

Tim sat in his empty house at the empty dining table. The table was actually quite large; it had enough seats to sit at least 15 people. But there was just Tim there.

His parents had promised and sworn up and down that they would come back in time for his birthday. He had everything planned out. He picked out the birthday cake, put on the candles, decorated, ordered his parents' favorite foods, his parents' favorite movie for movie night, popcorn the likes. But that morning, just when Tim was double checking to make sure everything was ready for the most perfect birthday ever, his parents had called to tell him that something really important had come up, and they wouldn’t be able to make it. Tim figured it was better than last year, at least they called this time.

Tim stared down at the cake, the candles lit. He had heard online that people would make wishes on their birthday cake and blow it out. Tim thought that was a weird thing to do, but it wouldn’t hurt to try.

What should he wish for? It would have to be something special that he doesn’t already have. Tim thought for a long moment, the candles bleeding into the frosting of the cake.

A brother.

Tim closed his eyes and put his hands together like he’s seen the other children to do in the cartoons. And Tim wished for a big brother. When he finally wished hard enough (whatever that meant) he opened his eyes and blew out what was left of the candles.

Tim waited. What exactly was he supposed to do now? In the cartoons, everyone would celebrate and cheer and the birthday boy would open his presents. There wasn’t anyone to cheer for Tim, or any presents for him to open.

Suddenly the house shook, and the loud sound of a crash sound came from the backyard. Quickly, Tim did the sensible thing and go check out what the noise was. That's what the characters always did in horror movies.

In Tim’s backyard, there was what looked like a weird space ship that had crashed into his backyard. There wasn’t any fire or anything, but the spaceship looked pretty wrecked. Getting closer, Tim could vaguely make out that someone was inside the spaceship. Looking around, he saw what looked like maybe the handle. Tim couldn’t really tell.

When Tim put his hand on it and tried to open it, something poked out mechanically and pricked his finger. He flinched back instinctively, caressing his finger tip.

“Recognized: Danny Fenton. System Override.” A robotic lady spoke. Who is Danny Fenton? As if to answer him, the space ship opened its hatch, and inside was an unconscious black haired teenager. “System Malfunctioning. Please Assis-” The robotic voice spoke again, before getting cut off as if the power had died.

Suddenly, Tim remembered his wish. A big brother.

This was Danny Fenton, and he was supposed to be Tim’s big brother

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When Danny woke up, he found himself in a very soft plush something. Something that definitely wasn’t the Spector Speeder. Alarmed, he sat up quickly to find that he didn’t recognize where he was at all. He also didn’t recognize the weird kid that was staging at him from two feet away.

“Hi, I’m Tim. Timothy Drake.” The boy introduced himself almost business like.

“Uh, hi Tim.” Danny responded awkwardly. “You got any idea where I am?” Danny sat up properly, moving the blanket (?) off of him and turned to face the weird and kinda creepy kid.

“You’re in Drake Manor. Which is where I live.” He answered again.

“Ok…ay” Danny nodded thoughtfully. “Any idea how I got here?” Truthfully, Danny hadn’t really been expecting an answer, but he still got one.

“Because I made a birthday wish to have a big brother.” He answered in the same way he had answered the other question, very matter-of-factly.

“Ok- Wait. What?” Danny asked, doing a double take at Tim.

“You’re supposed to be my big brother, right?” Tim was starting to look a little hesitant, and as weirded out as Danny felt he couldn’t help but feel bad about the whole situation.

“Where are your parents, Tim?”

“There not home, because they had really important things to do for work.”

Danny nodded. “Do you know when they’ll be back?”

Tim shook his head. “They were supposed to come back today, because it’s my birthday. But they said they couldn’t make it.”

Well, shit. Didn’t that sound awfully like Danny’s birthdays before he had given up on his parents showing up. At least he had Jazz. This kid looked like he was alone.

Not liking the silence, Tim started fidgeting again. “So, are you gonna be my brother, then?”

And what was Danny supposed to say, No? Besides, if he was really causing problems being in this random universe, then Clockwork would figure it out.

Bonus:

Danny sat at Tim’s dinner table, the kid looking at him radiating in excitement, each with a plate of stupid expensive pasta in front of them. “You said your name was Tim, right?” Danny started thoughtfully. Tim nodded, drinking up everything Danny said. “Well, first course of action as you, big brother. I need to give you a nickname.”

Tim’s eyes sparkled at the prospect. “Like what?”

Danny tapped his chin exaggeratedly, “Hm… Tim, Tim.” Turing the name around while he absentmindedly twirled his fork between his fingers, Danny wondered what he should come up with. Suddenly, in a misplaced strength, Danny’s fork flew out of his hand.

Before Danny could even say anything, “I’ll get you a new one!” Tim offered quickly. Getting up from his chair, his foot got tangled behind the leg of the chair and Tim fell quietly on the floor with an oof.

Danny laughed at him. “You okay, Timbers?” He asked, getting up to check on the boy.

“Yeah, I like Timbers.” Tim said, a bright smile on his face despite the blossoming bruise on his arm.

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#dc x dp prompt #dpxdc #danny and tim #danny phantom #tim drake #be kinda funny if tim was like so convinced that wishes were real and all that and starts dabbling in magic at a pretty early age or smt #big brother danny #they had pretty similar childhood and like shit is danny gonna let that happen to another kid on his watch #tim: what a funny coincidence #danny: what a funny coincidence #clockwork watching this all go down: hehehe just like i planned #also yes the spector speeder dna matched tim as danny #which means that tim in alternate danny #i thought it would be a fun little thing to add since they had similar childhoods in this au

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bet-on-me-13 · 7 months

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Demon Twins AU but Damian meets Ellie first

So! We have the classic Demon Twins AU, where Danny is the Twin brother of Damian. He was left for dead after a mission gone wrong in a snowy wasteland, with lethal wounds that would kill him within an hour. Damian rightfully assumed that he was dead.

Then one day, at a Gala his father was hosting, he seems somebody who looks exactly like Danyal. They have the same eyes, bone structure, many of the same Mannerisms, and all signs point to this being Danyal. He even takes some DNA and runs a test on it after the Gala. It comes up as a 50% Match to his own, the perfect percentage for a Fraternal Twin (which Danny was, they weren't identical)

He realizes that Danyal must have somehow survived his injuries and found his way to a new family, as improbableas it sounds. But there is one small deviation from the Danyal he knew.

The person at the Gala was a Girl.

In Public Record, she is listed as Danielle "Ellie" Masters, the daughter of reclusive Millionare Vladimir Masters. Which was confusing since Vlad claimed to have had a Son before her first Public appearance.

So he comes to the conclusion that Danyal must be Trans, and went through a Transition. He fully supports his new sister, but he does kind of need to contact her to see if she is safe from the League.

Unbeknownst to him, Ellie is a Clone of Danny made by Vlad back during his whole "Supervillain Phase". After he chilled out and became a good guy, she finally accepted him as a parent and let him claim her as a daughter. (They went to a frankly absurd amount of family therapy to reconcile)

Danny is just living his best life back in Amity Park, when Vlad tells him that some Heroes have been sniffing around his Estate and looking into Ellie's past. He just hopes the Fake Identity he made for her will hold up to scrutiny, it's been years since he made one.

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hauntinghyrule · 9 months

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I have been going through Akira Himekawa's Twitter, trying to salvage Four Swords -related content before the site completely collapses in on itself, and...

Guys.

The original sketch of what would become the inside cover of the Legendary Edition was posted on the first day of Pride Month.

#this is the sort of thing - along with the rainbow pointing at Vio's head in the manga - that I'm not going to say HAD to be intentional #because I don't know enough about Japan's LGBTQ+ community to say that it would have the same significance there (especially 10+ years ago)#but it sure is a fun coincidence isn't it?#four swords #vidow #vio link #shadow link #first and forever otp #four swords manga #akira himekawa

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mothprincess · 19 days

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i'm seeing a local production of swan lake this weekend 🤍🤍🤍

#thoughts #fun coincidence with my naming poll #last year i saw their dracula #it would be nice to see one ballet a year at least 🥲

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completeoveranalysis · 4 months

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Oops naughty children get put in the lava lamp to atone for their crimes

YUUKO STEPPING IN AND PHYSICALLY SHIELDING WATANUKI FROM EVIL WOLVERINE’S INFLUENCE

Honestly how wild must this whole situation be for people who only read Tsubasa. To see so much importance put on Watanuki, who they might not even remember.

But WATANUKI OH

He doesn’t even KNOW that right here at the moment of his creation, Yuuko was stepping in and defending him from an influence who would have stolen him outright just because he could. Yuuko was on his side from the very beginning.

She might not be able to do anything for Lava Lamp, since he took on the price willingly and gave it away through free will, but Watanuki she can defend from disproportionate harm.

The continued audacity of Evil Wolverine, having claimed Lava Lamp and STILL reaching out to Watanuki. Nothing about the trade concerned Watanuki, but he STILL just TAKES anything he can get his hands on. Even with a wish that HE’S governing he breaks all the rules and takes more than is bargained for.

I wonder if he had plans for Watanuki already? I wonder what he would have done with yet another Syaoran under his control? Does he see Watanuki as essentially a free Syaoran clone, or would he have had him doing whatever the failed Sakura clones do in his dimension? Would he have sent him off to another world to his bidding?

#Is it a coincidence that Kyle Rondart looks so much like Watanuki #Or is Kyle almost the future Watanuki would have been forced into?#A lot of fun pieces to play with there #Liveblogging the reservoir chronicle #Tsubasa #Vol 202 #Lava Lamp Guy #Yuuko Ichihara #Watanuki #Evil Wolverine #OH all the Sakura clones #Who just kind of vanish over the course of the series?#Had they all reached the points in time where they were supposed to vanish?#And just disappeared??#INTERESTING

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solomonssock · 1 year

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Delicate Love

Not the way I was kicking my feet while writing this…anyway, I love Asmodeus :)

Pairing: gn!reader x Asmodeus (established relationship!)

TW: Brief suggestive content (it's Asmodeus), a lot of fluff...like intense fluff and wooing by you, exploring courting behavior, brief non-canon Devildom history exploration, death mentioned but not discussed seriously,,,,uhh I think that's all! Let me know if there's anything else, ty!

Word Count: ~3,400

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"Mo, you know I adore you, and I'd do anything to make you the happiest demon alive."

You heave a sigh as you finally slide into the booth beside Asmodeus, leaning back to sink into the cushioned lining.

"But I'm never going on a shopping haul with you ever again."

You groan and begin massaging out the indents littering your arms from the bag handles you'd lugged around for the past couple of hours.

Right now, you'd enjoy nothing more than sitting across from your lover on your weekly scheduled date day. It's a lovely thought: fingers tangled atop the table as you lean in for a sweet kiss or two, admiring him and his coy smile as you tell him all the ways he makes your heart whole.

Unfortunately, that space is currently occupied.

You glare at the copious amount of shopping bags piled on the seat across from you two. In retrospect, offering to carry all his bags in the first place was a rash decision. But you bore the agony with pride. The spring in his step as he flittered around the racks with ease, batting his eyelashes at you all the while, was payment enough. With his birthday right around the corner, it also had the added benefit of making it easier for you to sneak your own purchase, custom matching anklets for the two of you, among the pile.

Glancing to your side, you watch as Amodeus pulls out his D.D.D. to scan the menu QR code before scrolling through the options. He turns to you with a smirk, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Aww, you don't mean that! You love spending time with me. Aaand," he drags out the word as he leans against your side, gazing deep into your eyes with his usual intensity, "if you hadn't come, you would have missed out on your private show."

Warmth rises to your cheeks as you recall the heated kisses Asmodeus snuck inside the dressing room, pressing you up against the stall door in between outfit changes.

"Seemed to me like you enjoyed yourself," he chuckles, "and weren't the outfits just so cute! Especially that last little number, don't you agree?"

You do.

Asmodeus had strutted out of the stall with a lacy red lingerie top tucked into tight leather shorts. Slowly and sensually, he pulled on the knee high boots one after the other before requesting that you zip them up for him. Teasingly running his fingers through your hair as you kneeled before him, promising to wear it for you on your next night out together.

"The clothes were cute, but I was more focused on the model." You knock your knee against Asmodeus's as you wrap an arm around his waist and pull him closer into you.

Gently, you lift your hand to his cheek, brushing your knuckles over the skin before pressing your forehead against his own.

"It's all just additional, anyway. Your beauty isn't confined by any pretty piece you put on."

His eyes shift away from yours, and you know you've hit a sore spot.

For some time since you two started dating officially, Asmodeus had become increasingly stricter on his skincare routines. Often cycling through new products weekly. You weren't sure what he was searching for, but he'd become meticulous with just about anything to do with his appearance. Accepting no less than perfection before meeting with you.

You weren't even allowed to come into his room in the morning anymore before he had a chance to see himself.

"I mean it," you tilt his chin to face you before pressing a kiss to his cheek, the corner of his mouth, and his lips.

"However you come to me, I'll love you all the same."

Asmodeus pushes his face into the space between your collar and jaw, trembling just a bit. You tighten your hold on him as you move a hand up to run through his hair, smiling as you feel the onset of a light purr thrumming against your side.

"Hmm, love you too." The mumbled words tickle your skin as he presses a kiss against your neck.

You take a moment to look around the cafe and smile as you see plenty of other couples taking up the tables near you. Most of them are holding hands, intertwining tails, or pressing up against their partner as Asmodeus does to you now.

Touch, you remember, is something sacred.

Earlier this week, you joined Satan on a trip to the Royal Library. There, you stumbled across a collection on courtship etiquette and decided to peek through a couple of volumes. The first one you picked up broached the subject of touch.

"Allowing another to place their hands upon you in public, especially in an intimate display, signifies to them and your company several things. First, that you entrust this demon with your body, permitting them to freely handle you. Second, that you find comfort in or openly desire them and their presence. The manner in which you permit them to touch you and its implications will be addressed in Chapter 4. Third, that you find them worthy of witnessing your vulnerabilities and trust them to tend to you when you are at your weakest. This has the additional benefit of informing your company whom to seek out in case of any emergencies. Therefore, if you have no intention of pursuing someone or inviting them into your close circle, it is advisable to abstain from intimate or prolonged contact. You don't want to be seen as an indecisive and inconsiderate heartbreaker, do you? "

For demons, you've recognized that tender or friendly touches are extended only to their loved ones. The casual touch you were accustomed to in the human world: hugging, rubbing someone's back, reaching for someone's hand, even grabbing a loose eyelash, means something deeper here. It had finally clicked for you then, as to why Lucifer had found your tendency to casually high five him and his brothers so peculiar during the start of the program.

It also explains why Asmodeus seems to be most at ease when he hides into your neck like now. It reassures him, you figured, of just how deeply you trust in him to protect you as you let his fangs graze the skin and run over the veins that lie beneath.

The neck, after all, is one of the weakest parts of the human body.

"So," you give Asmodeus a soft squeeze, "finally gonna tell me why you've been wanting to come here?"

All week, Asmodeus had mentioned how excited he was to take you to this cafe on your date day. It was the new hot spot for couples in the Devildom, he teased, and you two obviously being the hottest couple were duty bound to go. That in itself was fine, but for the hot spot he claimed it to be, you hadn't heard a single thing about it. It didn't help that Asmodeus wouldn't tell you the name or spill any details. You just had to be patient and hope he wasn't taking you somewhere...overstimulating.

The cafe is more tame than you expected, and quite romantic too. Flowers top the booths, loop through the hanging chandeliers, and create a pleasantly sweet aroma. At the center of each table, a heart shaped candle burns its wick as it sits atop the welcome card with the menu QR code. The walls are covered in paintings of what you suspect are well-known lovers in Devildom history. Among the demonic pairings, you surprisingly find one couple you recognize, Orpheus and Eurydice performing together in death.

"I get why it's so popular. It's really nice in here," you murmur, gaze turning towards the heart shaped candle to watch the flame flicker to-and-fro.

Focused on the burn, your eyes follow the wax as it melts and trickles off the bottom edge of the heart, leisurely sliding down until it pools into the dish it rests upon. You snort in amusement at the imagery it inspires.

Man, you've got it bad.

Asmodeus jolts from the sound, reluctantly pulling away from you with a small pout on his lips. Yet, his hands still settle on your waist, balling up the fabric there.

"What's so funny? I was comfortable, you know," he grumbles. You smile, tilting your head as you lift your hand to briefly squeeze his left arm.

"It's pretty silly, but...", you nod towards the table, "when I was looking at that candle and how the heart drips downward; the first thing I thought of was you."

"It reminds me of your true form," you begin to draw hearts onto his arm, mapping out the markings as you remember them. "I was thinking about how beautiful these are."

Asmodeus's hands release your top, smoothing out the fabric, before they settle again.

"Especially, when you hug me," you hum.

It's a struggle to put into words, the right words, how much you love and appreciate someone. But for Asmodeus, you'll try.

"This is going to sound ridiculous, but don't be mean," you flush, "I...sometimes think of how your markings droop down, like they're in search of something. And I hope it's me."

You rearrange his scarf as it begins to fall out of place, taking care to put it where he likes it best; tossed over his shoulder.

"You're sort of like the flame too, you know?"

You let out an awkward chuckle. Asmodeus hasn't said anything. So, fidgeting more with the scarf, you press onward.

"You're so bright that everyone can't help but admire the warmth that flows from you...even me," you confess.

"Your confidence just makes me want to be more confident in myself. Like, I appreciate that I can be myself around you and that even if you don't always get my style, you look for things you know I'll love."

"Your brothers can complain about how you're self-centered, but I know how wonderful of a listener you are. I always feel understood by you. It's kind of freaky, actually," you laugh, "sometimes I feel like you understand me better than I understand myself!"

"But," you pause and pull your hands back as your gaze returns to the candle and what rests below it, "I want to be like the dish. Your dish."

"I see how all of it exhausts you, Mo. Beloved by all, but known by none."

You know you've hit the bullseye when you hear him take a sharp breath.

"Well, that doesn't have to be true - we can change that. I want to keep getting to know you, to be with you at your best and your worst. So...you don't have to hide or push yourself too much when it comes to me. You're a resilient demon, but I'm happy to be the shoulder you continue to lean on."

You sigh with a small smile, finally letting the words you've been stewing over for weeks burst free from your chest. Yeah, It's embarrassing to say these things so plainly. But it's freeing too. It's not something humans do much anymore, so casual in their confessions and in how quickly they pick up, drop, or cycle through their partners. But if it means he'll understand that you're ready to accept him just as he is, that he doesn’t have to change himself to earn your love, then it's worth it.

You turn to face Asmodeus and gasp at the captivating sight before you.

Butterflies erupt and flutter in your stomach in response to the blush that spreads across his skin. His face, his chest, and the tips of his ears; nothing is unaffected. His glassy eyes shine with real tears, and you're a little worried you may have gone too far as he gnaws at his bottom lip.

You're so glad for the dim lighting, and that the bags forced you to sit beside him, obstructing any view of him from prying eyes. You don't want anyone else to share in this unguarded expression he bares to you.

"Mo, hey" you move to grab his hands and nudge them off you gently, "I didn't mean to upset you."

But you leave him be as he lets out a distressed whine that raises goosebumps across your skin. His hands only leave you for a second to push yours away before they return to your hips.

"Mo, what's wrong?" You whisper, leaning forward to press your forehead against his again.

"Ugh, nothing's wrong! It's too right!" He whisper-screams back.

Wait...is he embarrassed?

You look into his eyes, and for the first time ever, Asmodeus is the first to look away. You pull back, snickering into your hand.

"Are you laughing at me?!" He looks affronted, but you smile at him. You wrap your arms around his neck, eyes crinkling from the joy flowing through you.

"You're too cute, Mo!" You croon as you kiss his cheek. "If I had known", you press your lips there again, "how much my silly little thoughts would affect you", and again, "I'd have told you how deeply I feel about you every day."

You let out a giddy giggle as he blinks away the wetness in his eyes, pouting at you. His skin feels hot to the touch with a tinge of rouge everywhere. You lean forward, whispering in his ear, "Yeah. Red is definitely your color."

"Now you're the one who's being mean!" He whines, pressing his face into your shoulder. You lean your head against his and hold him to you.

"There, there, sweetheart." You tease, just as he usually does when he overwhelms you with his affection.

"I won't go into how much laughter you've brought into my life, or talk about how much your passion inspires me, or explain why your eyes remind me of orange chrysanthemums."

Mo lifts his face off your shoulder with a slight sniffle.

"Why chrysanthemums?" He asks. And although you only command them, you feel devilish as you gaze into light orange eyes with a knowing smile.

"Because," you whisper, "despite their intensity, they signify a delicate love."

It goes unsaid, but as Asmodeus's eyes widen you know he understands exactly what you mean.

He is the orange chrysanthemum you tend to. With stunning and stimulating colors, he attracts all. But once his onlookers have had their fill of his beauty, they move on, leaving him to wilt. No matter how much his fans claim to love him, they have never, and could never, water him with the gentle attentiveness that you do.

Despite the titillating and tempestuous ideations he conjures in the minds of many, you know that at his core, the Avatar of Lust is a fragile lover.

Asmodeus is silent as he presses himself into your neck again, but you're not concerned as his body sags into yours. For the first time in these past few weeks, he lets go. Trusting in you to hold him up.

"Mo," after a couple of minutes, you rub his back to get his attention, "I saw you looking at the menu earlier. Is there something specific you wanted me to order for us?"

"Mhmm," he hums as he sits up to look at you, "you have to order the Bound Blood Berry Custard." You snort at how serious his request sounds.

"Have to? What if I wanted to order pie? Or cake? Or macaroons?" You smirk, raising a brow at him.

"Aww, you can get whatever you'd like too! But, we have to get that to share."

The custard, you've determined after having a few spoonfuls, has a tangy aftertaste. You didn't expect the lighter citrusy flavor from something with "blood" in the title. But it goes down smooth and is actually pretty refreshing. You take another scoop as Asmodeus does, but this time, he holds his spoon up to your lips.

"Go ahead, darling," he coos, looking at you expectantly. An excited trill leaves him as you lean forward with a chuckle, letting him feed it to you. You do the same to him, holding your spoon up to his lips, heart fluttering at the happy hum he lets out. You two go back and forth like this, feeding spoonfuls of the treat to one another until it's all gone.

"So, what's so special about that custard anyway?" You lean against the booths backing, pleasantly full from all the other treats you two ordered afterward.

"Well," he leans back to join you, leaning into you once again, "the website says the Bound Blood Berry Custard can only be made every 77 years, when the berries around a shared unmarked grave come into season."

"Unmarked?" You glance over to him, but his eyes are shut as he cuddles into your side.

"Yup!" He chirps.

"One review said it belongs to a commoner and a member of the aristocracy. It's been there longer than we've been in the Devildom, probably even before it united under one ruler."

You think back to the history class you attended during your first year here, remembering a brief lecture your professor gave over the travesties of the Warring Generals Period. The Great Generals of the North, South, East, and West conspired to form an oligarchy and successfully killed their king. However, unable to resist the temptation for greater power, they soon turned on one another. They established their own mandates within their territories, endangering demons everywhere as their laws usually conflicted with the legislation passed by the weaker interim rulers.

"Their love was forbidden by some shriveled up duke in the South. It's sad how they passed, executed as an example of what happens to those who tested his law." Asmodeus scoffs.

"They swore as they were together in life, so would they be in death. Apparently, they weren't even supposed to be buried together, but their love inspired some commoners to remove the duke and give them a proper burial. 77 years later, the bushes popped up, guarding their grave."

Asmodeus lets out a dreamy exhale as he opens his eyes, gazing into yours.

"It's so romantic that they've been buried together all this time. I'm almost jealous! Should we plan to share a plot too?"

You shake your head but entertain the idea, "If it comes down to us fighting for our love to exist, then sure, I'll fight for you. But hopefully we won't have to plan anything like that for a long long time."

"You'd fight for me?" Asmodeus smiles, moving to hold your hand in his.

"For or with you," you shrug. "Whichever comes first."

"Oh, my sweet little human is willing to give their all to protect me?" He teases.

"I'll hold you to that, you know? Besides, there's no way I'll let anyone take you from me." With his free hand, Asmodeus grasps your jaw and leans in close to you.

"Rumor has it if you share the Bound Blood Berry Custard, your love will last for at least 77 years until the next thicket grows. So," he pecks your lips once, twice, three times, before he pulls away, "you're stuck with Mo till then ♡"

Maybe it's the sugar high, but you yank him back over for a real kiss. You two take your time, savoring the sweetness, and giggle like love drunk fools between each press of lips.

Many misunderstand the passion Asmodeus carries, thinking it doesn't extend beyond himself. Those lucky enough to be loved by him, however, know they'll receive it in full force. You can feel it in the eager kisses he presses against any skin he can reach, in the way he clings onto you as you clutch his jacket in your hands, and in how he nuzzles his nose against yours before he pulls away.

"You know, Mo," you let out a breathy laugh, "77 years might not be long enough."

You brush back some of the hair that's fallen into his face with a deep sigh.

"I mean, how do we know that the years don't stack up based on how many we eat together?"

You feel giddy as you watch his eyes light up, grin widening when he finally registers what you're implying.

"Oh, that's true! Should we test that theory?"

In the privacy of the booth, you empathize with those star crossed lovers. There is no way in the natural order of things that you and Asmodeus were ever meant to be. But here he is, and here you are. Inseparable.

"Well, it doesn't hurt to try. How many should we order to go?"

#This is literally so gross /lh #Being in love?!?! Ugh can you imagine… /j #I fr had to take breaks writing this #fluff just makes me go feral…it’s so overwhelming in a really ?? exciting ?? way #I dunno my heart thumpin #Mo’s just so asdhijeksd when he wants to be you know??#I had a lot of fun weaving in courtship stuff here #also loved making that bit up about a non-united Devildom #It would coincide with how Diavolo visits the mausoleum to pay respect to the kings who came before him who kept order in the realm #Anyway :)#Exploring the possibilities is just too much fun!!#obey me asmodeus #asmodeus x reader #asmodeus x mc #reader x asmodeus #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me one master to rule them all #om! asmodeus #omomtrta #obey me reader #obey me reader insert #asmodeus x you #asmodeus x y/n #this request was so much fun to complete!!#fluff #obey me fanfic #obey me mc #obey me drabble #demonic courting

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sunnnfish · 1 month

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I know you said don't worry about it but I am a chronic worrier so do you wish to elaborate on that fabiniku shirashiro au you mentioned

WELLLL IF YOU INSIST... twirling hair evilly. so first up fabiniku is short for a manga series Fantasy Bishojo Juniku Ojisan to. translated to. deep breath. Life with an Ordinary Guy Who Reincarnated into a Total Fantasy Knockout. or other such translations. dont know if you know what fabiniku is so we're gonna explain it wheeeee.

so basic plot, maybe inferred from the title. these two guys in their 30s are like best friends who often go out drinking and go to mixers and all that and one of them is all like. i wanna get a giirrrlllllfriieennddd <- drunk in the bathroom while his friend comforts him. hope youre already recieving the shirashiro mindbeams. two hopeless romantic friends etc etc. and then. i forget exactly how we get to this but drunk sopping wet pathetic one (tachibana is his name) ends up saying like. i just wish i was a girl! or something to that effect. which catches the attention of an otherworldly god who takes it so literally and brings them both to this fantasy world in which tachibana has been turned into a drop dead beautiful and cute girl and his best friend is just still in his office suit. (jinguuji is his name). shenanigans ensue! highly recommended its so fun and interesting and subtly(?) queer. central themes of love and saving people. theres traumatic backstories and everything. really recommend just reading it.

BUT. shirashiro slots soooooo well into this setup it makes me genuinely sick. shirahama and tashiro still going to mixers from their office jobs because they just cant land a goddamn girlfriend. shirahama drunk and sick in the bathroom, tashiro with a hand on his back and throwing his arm over his shoulder to walk them home. shirahama, drunk, wish i was a cute girl! drop dead gorgeous! at least people would love me. transported to a fantasy world, shirahama gets to turned into a cute girl, not that tashiro is necessarily jealous, thatd be silly. she is really cute though. and shirahama, girl, shorter than tashiro for once, looking up like. has he always been this cool...? wait who said that.

theres also this whole bit where tachibana, girl, is a bit cursed with being so pretty that it literally charms any men in a however big radius. which jinguuji does sometimes fall victim to and it shows a little [<3 charmed] effect above his head. putting things together in my head This is also a bit like dating sim au. anyways. and theres this whole inner turmoil like Wait she may be cute but i know hes really just a guy. guys im so bad at explaining thiinnngggsss theres so many facets. read fabiniku.

theres also just so many moments in fabiniku that just line up. theres a bit about jinguuji letting his hair down and it was insanely tashiro coded. theres the way jinguuji is so observant but reserved. the character developments make sense. really truly just read fabiniku with shirashiro in mind and youll see it.

also like. look at them. come oonnnn.

theres also adjustments ive made in my head about their backstories n stuff but that would be so spoilery. once again: read fabiniku. im really bad at explaining things. just imaging me pointing and gesturing frantically and making weird noises. whatever. peace and love on planet shirashiro

#head in my hands IM BAD AT EXPLAINING THINNGGGSSS #really truly just read fabiniku with shirashiro lens #ive of course got all these like. minir differences in how scenes play out with shirashiro as opposed to original #all mapped out in my head. adjustments to backstories and all that #its just. so many coincidences. and the situation is so fun to play with #especially in regards to tashiro gender cause you THINK i would make tashiro the girl but no. making him inspect that feeling for himself #god. ive been in a car for hmm 6 hours now? dont blame me for being incoherant #<-would be exactly this incoherant regardless #whatever!!!! read fabiniku!!!!!#sunnfish.ask

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that-disabled-princess · 8 months

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Six Sentence/Stitch Sunday

Thanks for the tags this (very early) morning @j-nipper-95 @cosmicalart @hushed-chorus and @letraspal! How is it COTTA posting week already? What? Where did this past week go?

Speaking of COTTA: I'm putting together a behind-the-scenes post, which includes all my dead darlings, behind the writing commentary, and other things! Including some crochet... so keep an eye out for that! It'll get posted... sometime after COTTA. I still have ruthari week to contend with next week 😅 Maybe I'll post it on my birthday as a birthday treat. Or maybe not, since I'm planning to go to Lake Michigan and be autistic about rocks and watch musicals with my best friend that day.

One final teaser from Lavender hearts before Wednesday:

I feel like a child being reprimanded for sticking my hand in the homosexual cookie jar.

Baz's morbid humor, showing through once again.

I've also got a mystery crochet pattern in the works! Can you guess who I'm designing 👀

And! I had a stroke of inspiration on my Sad EthariTM fic last night!! It's going to be two parts with a hopeful ending (my soul needs some healing after Lavender hearts). Since I already shared one sentence above, here are five new ones from this fic:

He falls asleep out here sometimes. Arms resting on the stone, head pillowed on his sleeves. When he’s not backed up on orders or house chores that Runaan is no longer around to help him with, he sometimes sits to watch Rayla’s lotus.

To make sure she’s safe.

To reassure himself she’s alive.

I've got some fun (painful) things planned for this fic. My hurt no comfort muscle has been put to good use lately.

I know I don't technically have to stick to six sentences, but it's fun to challenge myself.

Tagging @bazzybelle @youarenevertooold @imagineacoolusername @yeonjunenby @aristocratic-otter @artsyunderstudy @tea-brigade @iamamythologicalcreature @forabeatofadrum @stitchyqueer @hoothalcyon @legend-of-the-fandoms @larkral @wellbelesbian @cutestkilla 💖💖

#i am nervous to post lavender hearts in a way i've never been nervous for any other fic #this fic is so so important to me #it speaks for itself now and i am so proud of it #though posting on my birthday would also coincide with 1) ruthari week; 2) wayward son's birthday; and 3) six sentence sunday. so.#maybe not the best days to post xD #(it's both the 23rd and 24th because time zones and identity crises are fun. legally the 23rd in my birthtown/hometown but it's the 24th in #this time zone and i've had one too many an identity crisis. so why not both.)#my writing #lavender hearts #six sentence sunday #ruthari week 2023 #ruthariweek2023 #wipsday

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befuddled-calico-whump · 3 months

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At one point I think you said if Ander saw Sahota as he is now, he wouldn't realize it was himself at first. I've been wondering, would any of the main crew recognize Ander as Sahota if they saw him?

not at first, especially if Current Sahota was still with them, since the sudden appearance of a younger version of your trainer isn't exactly something they'd expect ahaha

after getting a good look at him, most of them would think he looks very similar to Sahota, and draw the conclusion that they're cousins or brothers

#kaius would notice the matching lip scars and note it as an odd coincidence #meanwhile Jericho would notice the way Sahota's acting around the random stranger and be the first one to be like #'wait. is that...?'#i have a scene in mind for this but i picture it as a comic so it'll take a while for me to get to #ander would be Very Scared #especially because i picture him randomly dropping into the future a day or two after The Intruders #so very not about strangers at the moment #fun fact if they weren't in the same timeline and just somehow swapped places OlderSahota and YoungVic would probably try to kill each other #because vic/Shepard would definitely see him as a threat #Ander in the t$$ timeline would find himself adopted by five criminals lol #if vic didn't het to him first #and even then #anon #t$$ ask

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chaosgenasi · 10 months

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making a silly little conspiracy string board and connecting the dots between an unknown person/group hiring the nobodies for a “smash and grab” re: hexum to hexum having dealings with the paragon’s call to the new and improved paragon’s call basically being a front for the ruby vanguard to ludinus using the potions of possibility and a beacon for the malleus key to ashton asking milo to contact the nobodies again to ashton checking in with milo/the krook house next episode. anyway i just think it’d be neat if we get to find out more about 1) the nobodies themselves 2) who hired the nobodies and if this was a targeted attack for the purpose of draining resources from the ruby vanguard 3) if that person/group was aware of what hexum was and is smuggling, i.e. dunamancy, that would not only be great for ashton, but it would just be really fun overall to bring the luxon into the current conversation(s) surrounding the gods, the elementals, and predathos

#i have connected the dots (you haven’t connected shit) i’ve connected them #literally so much speculation & it could all be coincidence but i’m just having fun #also i just think it would be really fun timing for ashton see: level 10 path feature #basil.ramblings #cr spoilers #just for the milo mention

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jonny-b-meowborn · 9 months

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I went roller skating with the Road 96 soundtrack and I have some Thoughts

I swear it was created in a lab to be perfect for listening while travelling in one way or another. It was designed by the best scientists and presumably god to reach into your soul and shake it with excitement or drench it in melancholy. And the placement of the tracks is perfect for a workout (like skating) too, the high energy songs are spread out between calmer songs, so I could rush as fast as my body allows for a moment, and then rest and absorb the atmosphere. Or, you know, pretend I'm skating on a sunny beach in Miami lol. Overall it was great and I just wish I had the strength to skate through the entire soundtrack, but my body isn't really made for an hour and a half of being active lmao

#also i shit you not #a taxi drove by soon after i started the playlist #not during any jarod song #which would be hilarious #but still #a fun coincidence and a reminder to. work on my fanfic lmao #anyway #in a few days im going back home from germany which is about 7 hours on the road #so im absolutely gonna listen to the whole soundtrack then #road 96 #bee buzz

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