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#I LOVE YOU ARE YOUR IFEAS
nyctophiliq · 1 year
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Hello, moss. I hope you're doing well💝. I'm writing cuz I'm curious about something. What do you think Sevika's 5 favorite movies would be? I feel like she'd be into action movies, like John Wick and G.I.Joe but I'm curious about your input if it's not too much to ask.
Have a nice night, 🩷🤍
SEVIKA’s FAVORITE MOVIES !
moss’ notes; ooooh, good question anonnie and until now moss didn’t realize that they have had an ifea for it !!!!
more under the cut 😁
the movies are not in order !!!
ONE. sevika is probably on and on about the FAST & FURIOUS franchise, she seems like the woman who would be obsessed with cars and everything that involves them. her modern au self is pretty clear to moss- she is probably a mechanic if we are headcanon her an everyday job. a woman who is obsessed with not just how pretty and polished her cars look but that she has the best engine in it with the best parts, running with gas that saves the most money for her while also giving her all the miles.
TWO. everybody has a favorite horror movie, even if they are scared of the gore or the jumpscares. she is a sucker for the original SCREAM movie, like the first one, and she tolerates the sequels but the first one rocks her world like nothing else.
THREE. PULP FICTION is up there with the rest. it's a crime/drama movie with hitmen, it's pacey, punchy, and at times hilarious, quite a movie, and sevika watches it whenever she feels the mood to fit. she too thinks that this is tarantino's best work.
FOUR. every sign is there for sevika to be a fan of the ROCKY movies because ?!?!?! it also an older movie but there isn't a better boxing movie, you can fight her on it but could never change her mind. rocky's story has inspired sevika to work out and get into the ring for a while.
FIVE. while she too thinks sometimes killing is enough and that it is getting older sevika still loves the JOHN WICK movies, the first one is probably her favorite but all the others come close to first place, it's hard to tell. it's full of action, mystery, and thriller movie, keanu reeves looks fantastic in those jackets and his mustang is something to die for.
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galedinner · 1 year
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I LOVE UR FANKID POSTS AS WELL ur makin me wanna talk abt mine with my f/os darn u /lh
YOU SHOULD <3 i went so crazy when i saw your si//don and ifea baby again the other day i LOVEEE that little squish…… playdate with the cough cough baby i’m currently working on please
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pandapupremade · 1 year
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💘 💌 🪱 for Prince Sidon?
@gible-love-nibles (Sidon is such immaculate taste)
(from here!)
💘 - at what point did you realize you fell in love? what was your initial reaction? what was theirs?
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"I realized shockingly quickly, I must admit. I was blown away by Ifea's beauty - I simply did not learn until later her strong will. Oh, but I don't think of myself as shallow in the slightest. I did not act on any emotions, you see. The priorities soon became Vah Ruta's downpour, anyway, so...There was little time to explore things! As for Ifea's thoughts...I did not actually catch those. I should maybe ask her how that came to be."
💌 - describe your first date. was it a success, awkward, etc.?
"A date...Ah, yes! There were dates! I oft trained Ifea in the ways of a Zora crafted spear, and of course, taught her to swim...Oh, that's not what you mean? Hm. We've also had plenty of quite moments to our selves...I'd argue them all successful."
🪱 - MOST IMPORTANTLY...would you still love them if they were a worm?
"...A worm? They're quite strong little creatures, aren't they? I'd worry for their safety, but I would accept them as such."
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matthewgrantanson · 11 months
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hey matthew! i love your photography so much. i just moved from home a bit ago and i miss it tremendously, but through the photos you have captured of SLO county i feel like i am back. you have some beautiful photos of north county, but i was wondering if u had any photos of south county? like Nipomo, Santa Maria, Arroyo Grande, Pismo/Grover Beach? i love your work dude thank you so much <3 you teally have NO IFEA how much this means to me fr fr. stay safe my friend!
-f3ntanyl
Thank you! If you search my page for pismo or maybe arroyo grande you should be able to find a few more.
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buckys-little-belle · 2 years
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Bub don’t listen to them okay, you’re safe. No one’s going to hurt you. We are all here for you, just take some breaths and maybe read your new book! About Peter rabbit! Get some water to Bub.
- 🧸 (Platonic Mama Bear)
im jus frealung out a bits you know? mayve they are lieing but what if is me? yah book is a good isea and yep water! i have watpr i love it also i love the mama ber ifea! so cute so cute is fune being called bub i say bub
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godheadjones · 2 years
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7 15 27 :)
thanks for the ask levi :))
7. What is your deepest joy about writing?
idk theres just something about writing a character that is so therapeutic whether its fanfic or my own original characters and giving someone fictional a voice and then people saying that my writing is good when i have doubts is also such a good feeling
15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?
i write in the margins and highlight parts but havent done so in a while cause im out of highlighters, i do not dog-ear pages but i did when i was younger, same with reading in the bath but i dropped my book in the bath one time and stopped. i write cause i like the aesthetic of pencil and paper and highlighters on page, i dont dog ear cause i dont like the look and the page will be bent forever :( and i dont usually bathe anymore but in the shower not in the tub. no judgement from me because however you read is fine. and of course! if you are my friend originally or want to be and do this im not dropping you :)
27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?
honestly no clue. maybe julie jenkins? i kept saying “walks” and was like “fuck wait” also tabitha tate because i love her character but i have no ifea how to write her and i wrote her without jughead/missing him/her being a lone and angst and the show doesnt show that do i had to make up a lot (that fic is not yet published but in the works) and i want to get characters just write but its super hard lol
again thanks for the ask and hope your having a good day/night whatever it is for you :)
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kittencrewtkc · 11 months
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"I have an idea. Of what could help me feel better. If you're willing? I don't want to take advantage of your kindness."
"Hmm and what ifea is that? Though i don't feel like you're taking advantage of me. I mean i want you to be hapoy, love."
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s-brant · 1 year
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I haven’t finished reading it, but I have to say your storyline and writing skills are truly unmatched. Like it feels so real and I experience every single little thing with the characters, every emotion, everything.
TW: As for those who have gone through anything like what was mentioned in the story or something else, I’m so sorry that happened to you, and you didn’t deserve it at all.
Lastly the parts I’ve read so far where he comforts her, and the constant unfiltered “baby” pulls my heart strings in a way it feels like it’ll never let go🫠🫠🫠 and then the whole sofa/movie/tattoo explanation scene has me in a chokehold, these two are soulmates in every way possible. I want the type of love they have. Ooooh and don’t even get me started on that checking to make sure she was up for eating the pot brownie and then calling her “my girl” and her responding “my man” I LOVE THEM WITH MY WHOLE HEART!!
AHHH THANJ YOU SO MUCH MY LOVE 🥺
onto the story part, i loveeeee how comfortable he’s getting with her! and the whole her getting matching tattoos with him and the “swallows mate for life” thing has LITERALLY BEEN IN MY NOTES SINCE OCTOBER OF LAST YEAR I HAVE BEEN HOLDING THAT IFEA FOR SO LONG LIKE—
and yes 🥺 love him looking after her and the little “my girl” “my man” moment, my babiesssss THEY ARE SO SOULMATES
i knew i wanted to include the part about her childhood trauma since i first came up with the story as well. as a character, she isn’t me, but she has basically all of my trauma written into her and it was really cathartic writing that scene. i wanted to be really honest about my own personal experiences with it but handle it with care too so.
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2d-reality · 2 years
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Late Night Drunk Chats ♡
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characters: Lucifer, GN!MC content/warnings: Fluff. This is the first piece I've written in well over a year, and it has not been beta'd lol. word Count: 3568 notes: Heavily inspired by this from @obeythedemons because it feckin,, wouldn't leave my brain. My guy I loved it and I hope I did it justice. Could be taken as a little plagiarizing so I'm happy to take it down if I stepped on your toes, I just couldn't help myself T-T I've also jimmied with the in-game chat a little for funsies.
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Ding! Your DDD’s screen lit up as it buzzed, jerking you awake. You hissed and hid your face in your pillow as it dinged and buzzed a second time. Groggily, you reached for the device, turning to face it and immediately regretting the decision. It alerted you a third time as you swore under your breath, cursing yourself for not turning the brightness down before you fell asleep. 
You unlocked the phone and squinted at the screen, lowering the brightness as much as it would go before opening the text thread that had been chiming at you. 
MC.
MC!
A sticker followed-- one that you used often, a little smiley sunshine. You couldn’t tell who it was from-- your vision was still hazy with sleep. You blinked it out of your eyes as your fingers hovered over the keyboard, ready to shoot back. If it was Levi being impatient about another midnight special event trade on Mononoke Land, you were going to threaten to uninstall the app entirely. 
But the name that you noticed at the top of the chat as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes wasn’t Leviathan. It was Lucifer. You hesitated a little, confused, but typed back a reply.
/// what's up with you?
Lucifer’s response was quick.
Hmmmmm? Nothing. 
I suddnly felt hte urge to chat with youu. That’s all
Your brow furrowed. Lucifer’s texts rarely lacked punctuation, and he never misspelled anything. For a fleeting moment, you worried if something was terribly wrong, but he wouldn’t be texting if it was. It dawned on you that he had been summoned to the castle earlier that day, and had spent the evening with the crown prince. With that knowledge, you had an inkling of what was happening.
... are you drunk? 
Lucifer’s chat bubble appeared, then disappeared, then reappeared.
How could youtell? You rally know me well, MC!! 
ehehehe.
I ws drnking Demonus with Diavolo earlier 
And yu know,  he kept syaing all these nicethings about you... 
Let me tellyo, I’m also reaally happy you’re down here with us. 
...
Who even came up with the ifea that whoever empties their bottle first, wins...?
Oh, rght. I did... 
My bad. Ahhh, my head isspinning. 
Good night MC.
ILove you.
Unsure how to respond, or even if you should respond, you lie staring at your DDD. Unbidden, a feeling of worry hooked your chest again. It wouldn’t hurt to double check that Lucifer made it to his room okay-- both for your peace of mind and his; you knew his brothers would never let him live it down if they were to find him passed out on the stairs. And in the event he did make it all the way to his bed before the demonus took over, he would appreciate a glass of water and a couple devildom painkillers on his bedside table. Knowing Lucifer, he wouldn’t let this hinder the next day’s responsibilities, and you could feel a sympathy headache forming just thinking about the hangovers you’d experienced. No doubt it took a very strong bottle indeed to get the most uptight demon you’d ever met to the point he was drunk texting you. 
You rose from bed, slipping a hoodie over your head and tucking your DDD into the front pocket. 
Outside your door was quiet and dark, save for the intermittent light coming from under Levi’s door and the perpetually full yellow moon shining through the half-drawn curtains. You crept down the hall, bare feet silent on the ancient carpets. Your demon-babysitter-sense convinced you the best course of action would be to check from the front door all the way to Lucifer’s room first, just in case he was half-conscious somewhere, or before he bumped drunkenly into one of his vases. Diavolo was sure to have sent him home in a hired car, but while the headless spirit that served as the Crown Prince's valet was useful behind the wheel, that’s also where his usefulness ended. Lucifer would be on his own getting through the front gate, up the path without tripping over the various gravestones that littered the yard, through the heavy wooden doors and beyond. 
Turns out, you discovered as you tentatively cracked open the front door, that your demon-babysitter-sense was better honed than you thought. Leaning on the right of the two doors, hair disheveled and blinking in disbelief at you, was Lucifer. 
“MC,” he breathed, hauling himself to standing straight, though he swayed a little. “I couldn’t get it open a moment ago.” 
You opened the door wider to let him in, keeping your voice quiet. “You always lock it before you leave.” 
“Ah.” It was more of a sigh than a word. “I do, don’t I?” 
Lucifer shuffled forward as you shut the front door behind him and locked it again, and all but collapsed on the bench at the base of the stairs, his fur-lined cloak pooling around his hips.
“Ah, no, come on,” you beckoned, moving forward to grasp his bicep. “Let’s go to your room before someone finds us. One of your brothers could take advantage of you in this state.” 
A strange, loose smile split Lucifer’s mouth. “So clandestine,” he chuckled, a deep rumbling in his chest that you felt as he stood, leaving the coat behind, and leaned against you as you moved slowly up the stairs. One of his hands snaked around your back and latched onto your hip. One warm finger slipped under the hem of your sweater, and you hoped you didn’t react as your heart jumped. “You could take advantage of me in this state.” 
You huffed, half in amusement and half out of effort-- this demon was heavy. You were lucky he was lucid enough to walk-- there was no way you could have dragged him to his room full-ragdoll. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
Blessedly, you made it to the top of the stairs, but the hallway seemed a lot longer with a couple hundred pounds of demon lord draped over your side and growing heavier by the second. 
“Lucifer,” you hissed through gritted teeth. “Help me out, here.” 
He practically giggled, which would have given you pause for its bizzarity if you weren’t trying as hard as you were to keep the both of you on your feet. 
“Hmmmm... for a kiss.” 
You resisted the urge to groan. “Not now. It’s late, and you’re too drunk.”
Lucifer whined, but eased off your side marginally. “You’re so virtuous.” he sneered the last word, like it tasted bad. “Sometimes I wish you weren’t.” 
Okay, that hurt a little. He didn’t mean it to be, and he probably wasn’t aware of what he was saying anyway. You changed the subject. 
“You could have called me. I would have let you in.” 
“I already said goonight,” he countered, slurring the last word. “Didn’t want to wake you.”
You were nearly to your salvation-- his bedroom door. “I was already awake. I texted you back, didn’t I?” 
“I--” he grunted. “I suppose.” 
You breathed a sigh of relief as you made it to his room and pushed the door open. The two of you stumbled the last few steps to his bed, and collapsed head first onto it, with you pinned halfway under him. Lucifer heaved a heavy sigh, blowing sweet, demonus-scented air over your face. He didn’t move to say anything further, and you thanked your lucky stars you at least got him here before he passed out. 
You wriggled free to shut the door, and Lucifer groaned. When you turned back to him, he had rolled to his back, fingers half-heartedly working the buttons on his vest. You resigned yourself to help a little, and moved to untie his slick black formals. 
“You don’t need to help me undress,” Lucifer rumbled. “Unless you want to.” His voice lilted in a way that made your heart flutter, but you stayed on task. 
“I told you, not now. Once you’re sober.”
His head lifted as he propped himself up on his elbows. His ruby eyes bore into yours. “Promise?”
You forced yourself to look down at his shoes as you slipped them off and tucked them into place on the floor by the foot of the bed. Lucifer, however, appeared to be genuinely awaiting an answer, and sat up further, catching you with his calves behind yours and pulling you in to press your knees into the side of his bed. His hands covered your hips. 
“Diavolo’s teasing was relentless tonight,” he said, eyes on you. You stared at the collar of his shirt, afraid to look anywhere else. 
“Yeah?” you responded noncommittally, strategizing the best way to extract yourself from his grip and get him water before getting to bed yourself. “About what?”
Lucifer giggled again. “You.” 
You snapped your gaze up to his, but his eyes were closed, and he pursed his lips. “He knows how fond I am of you. The more we drank, the worse it became.”
His head lolled back, and when he righted himself, his eyes were open again, capturing you. “We started talking about the future of the exchange program, but our conversation derailed halfway through dinner.” He tilted his chin a little to regard you. “We spent most of the night talking about you.” 
“You mentioned,” you responded, unsure of what else to say. You loosened his tie and finished unbuttoning his vest.
“Do you want to hear more?” 
You put up a token effort to free yourself, but even intoxicated, Lucifer was stronger than you. “You were drunk. I’m sure most of it was silly. Now let me get you some water so you can get to sleep.” 
“You’re right,” Lucifer said as he loosened his grip slightly. “We were using the wrong word. Fond doesn’t nearly begin to explain how I feel about you.” 
“Lucifer,” you pleaded softly, but he continued, though he let you go as he mumbled to himself. You slipped the vest and tie off him and draped them on the coffee table.
“What would be the right word? Captivated? Bewitched?” 
You lost the next couple of words as you fetched a glass from his demonus shelf and filled it with water from the bathroom sink. From the side drawer you retrieved a few pain relief pills from the bottle Lucifer occasionally used to ease his headaches. The demon in question was still mulling over a few descriptors with himself as you returned.
“Besotted?” he finished, straightening his back and looking up at you.
“You’re besotted right now,” you pressed the glass and the pills into his hands. “You probably won’t remember this in the morning.” 
“I assure you, I am perfectly lucid,” he bit back, voice clear and assured. “And I think the best phrase would be to simply tell you I’m in love with you.” 
You bit your tongue before responding. “I love all of you, too.” 
“No,” Lucifer pressed. “I love you, but I am also in love with you.” 
“Of course you are,” you hummed, despite your racing heart. “Take these. They’ll make you feel better.” 
“You don’t believe me.” 
You pinched your mouth shut and guided his hands up to his face with yours. Begrudgingly, he swallowed the pills, and at your behest, finished the water as well. You took the empty glass from him and refilled it, setting it out of drunken-arm-swinging-reach on the bedside table.
“I believe you,” you soothed once you noticed that Lucifer was very pointedly watching you, brow furrowed. You reached out to smooth his forehead with your thumbs, and pressed a light kiss to his hairline. He didn’t seem to buy your assuagence. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
You stepped out of reach before he could capture you again, and made for the door. “Goodnight, Lucifer.” 
“MC,” he called after you, one hand on his head and tilting dangerously sideways, but it appeared the drunken spinning of the room forced him to stay where he was. You shut the door softly behind you, heaving several deep breaths to calm your heart as you returned to your room. 
It took a while to get back to sleep.
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The next morning, Mammon woke you. He was having trouble with his tie again (how hadn’t he learned to do it yet?) and if you didn’t help him and get dressed quickly, Beel was going to eat your breakfasts for you! So hurry up and help him already! 
You kicked him out of the room to dress, and he all but dragged you to the dining room once you were done, chatting animatedly about the magazine his latest modeling gig featured in. You left a series of courteous but loud knocks on Levi’s door as you passed it, knowing he was still up when you went back to bed last night and could very well have slept through his alarm.
Asmo, Satan, and Beel were all seated at the table when you arrived. They greeted you each in turn, Beel somewhat half-mindedly as he tried to prop up a still fully asleep Belphie in his chair. 
You dished yourself first as the boys waited, as you usually did. It had been a courtesy enforced by Lucifer in your first weeks in the House, while you were accommodating to Devildom cuisine. You were allowed to serve yourself as much of whatever you found palatable, before his voracious brothers cleared the rest of the spread. It was an unspoken condition now, and you didn’t really think they needed to bother anymore, but the habit had carried, and you appreciated it for what it was. 
No one mentioned Lucifer’s absence from the head of the table as breakfast continued as usual. Mammon tried unsuccessfully to badger information out of Satan regarding an upcoming Majolish event, to which the latter had been invited by a distant acquaintance. When Asmo caught wind that one of his favorite designers would be in attendance, the prodding effort became two-pronged. Levi dragged himself into his chair as Beel was filling his third plate, and Belphie had managed to blearily skewer a bit of seasoned shadow hog on his fork, but he was quickly losing the battle against sleep again. 
Asmo complained about having to be on dish duty once he was finished eating, but you offered to do the washing, if he did the drying, and Beel helped clear off the plates before going in the sink. This seemed to lift Asmo’s spirits, and he left a lipgloss-sticky kiss on your cheek as he left for the kitchen with a short stack of dishes. This drew complaints from almost everyone else in attendance (minus Belphie, who was using his plate as a pillow, now), but you only rolled your eyes as you followed.
Satan’s phone alarm chimed a short while later, alerting the table that it was time to leave. He poked his head in the kitchen to tell your dishwashing crew as you finished up, and was out the front door first, no doubt to feed the stray cat he had been not-so-secretly caring for on their path to RAD. Asmo rushed up the stairs to fetch a last-minute accessory he realized would go with today’s ensemble. Levi whinged as he tugged on his uniform, complaining it wasn’t fair he had to attend in-person classes once a week, because he was doing fine in online courses. Somehow Mammon’s tie had become completely skewed and hung crookedly off his neck in the thirty-some-odd seconds it had taken him to walk from the dining hall to the front door. You shouldered your messenger bag as Beel shouldered his twin and set off down the steps, calling for the others to get a move on. 
You cornered Mammon to fix his tie, but turned your head at the sight of movement at the top of the stairs. You opened your mouth to chide Asmo for taking so long, but the words died in your throat as you saw not Asmodeus, but Lucifer. Mammon slid from your grip like the slippery little fish he was and booked it out the door, smacking Levi on the back as he passed. 
Lucifer looked just as put together as always, but as he descended the stairs, you could see his face was a little haggard. 
“Good morning,” you greeted, plastering a smile on your face and internally yelling at your pulse to slow down.
“Morning.” His voice was gravelly, but his posture was as rigid as ever. 
Asmo bounced down the stairs after his brother, slowing for a moment to ask you if you were coming. You told him you were and moved to follow him out the door, but Lucifer stopped you with a hand on your arm. 
“One moment, if you would, MC.” 
Asmo tittered and winked at you before heading on his way. You turned back to the dark-haired demon as he released you. 
“How are you feeling?” You teased, unable to help yourself. Lucifer closed his eyes briefly and ran a hand through his hair. 
“Admittedly I have been much better.” You chuckled at his admission, but it seemed he wasn’t finished. “I’m sorry I troubled you last night. My behavior was... unbecoming of me.” 
“It’s alright,” you said, beginning to feel a little tense. 
“No,” Lucifer countered. “It isn’t. I am lucky I had you to help me. My stubbornness in forcing Diavolo to let me return home in such a state could have ended much worse than it did. I appreciate your patience with me.”
“Well... I couldn’t just leave you on the front porch all night.” A smile tugged at your lips, and you were somewhat relieved to see Lucifer match it, however, it was short-lived.
“About what I said.”
You lifted a hand to stop him and shook your head. “I know you didn’t mean it. No hard feelings, Lucifer, really, I--”
He cut you off with a swift “No,” then sighed almost imperceptibly as your jaw clicked shut. “I did mean it. I did, and I have been doing a very poor job of things if you still don’t believe that. It’s shameful that I had to be drunk to admit it to you.” 
“That’s not...” you trailed off, unsure how to continue. You didn’t mean to make him feel bad, but the fact that he apparently remembered all of last night and remained steadfast in his confession... well.
“We all love you very dearly, not only for what you’ve managed to do for us, but... I’ve come to realize you mean more to me than that. I know that I am not always the most forthcoming with my thoughts and feelings--” he swallowed hard. “It is something I could stand to change. For you.” 
All you could do was blink as he spoke to you, eyes searching your face. “At least let me take you out after classes today. To Madam Scream’s, or that new cafe pop-up you and Satan were talking about the other day. Or I could see about reservations at Ristorante Six.” He seemed to realize he was getting away from himself and slowed down. “To express my gratitude. And to take a step in the right direction, hopefully. If--” his jaw clenched for a beat, and he forced it to relax. “If you’ll have me.”
“Uhh, I... how about dinner?” You suggested. “Ristorante Six sounds nice, but if you can’t swing it--”
“I can.” he assured before you could finish. “If you wish to go, I will see to it. I owe you that much, at least.” 
You nodded, trying to calm your swirling thoughts, and the butterflies swirling in your stomach. Lucifer took up one of your hands in his, and you could feel a flush raging on your cheeks as he brought it up to his lips and pressed a reverent kiss to your knuckles. 
“Thank you, MC,” he murmured, the words ghosting over your skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. He lowered your joined hands. “You should get to class. I’m sure Mammon is waiting for you at the front gate.” 
Again, it was all you could do to nod. You cleared your throat, realizing you had to say something. 
“Thanks, uh, too.” Very smooth, MC. Great move. “For offering. And for being honest. We’ll talk more over dinner tonight?” 
Lucifer’s smile was soft and lovestruck. “Yes. I’ll text you when I have our reservations ironed out.” 
“Okay.” You shifted on your feet, hesitating, and then decided to take the plunge, leaning up to press a lingering kiss to the side of his mouth. 
“I owed you that,” you offered in a way of explanation. “I love you.” 
You dropped his hand and all but flew out the door before he could respond, or you could combust with a combination of excitement and embarrassment. If you had stayed a moment longer, you would have reveled in the bright, hot blush that crawled all the way up Lucifer’s neck and face, to the tips of his ears. He lifted a gloved hand to the tingling place your lips had been before pulling out his DDD and swiftly making a number of phone calls to reserve for you not just a table, but a secluded, private booth, and premium bottle service. You would have a lot of talking to do tonight, and hopefully, a lot less talking eventually, as well.
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abimee · 4 years
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What is you (first victim)? I love your character designs and ocs but i dont actually know anything about their stories and such. Do you have a zpecific tag or something with info for those of us that havs no ifea whats going on ?
Not really! It's all for my game YOU/ME so I can't reveal much about the characters lest i ruin my whole game and just reveal the plot.
You (first victim) is just one of many characters who exist pre-game before the events that have an important role to play, so she's especially kept secret 😔
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I have loved reading all the stories of my friends, so here goes... Our love story: How'd you guys meet? College, technically in a class but officially in Bowman Hall Lobby over Settlers of Catan. How long did it take to get serious? Just a few months, met in March, offically dating by April. How long have y'all been together? 13 years/married for 10.5 Age difference? 1.5 years Who was interested first? I think him. Who is taller? Brian Who said "I love you," first? Him pretty early on Most impatient? Definitely me Most sensitive? Me Loudest? Me unless it's football. 😅 Most Stubborn? Eek, yeah, we are both pretty stubborn. 😅 Falls asleep first? Me most nights Cooks better? Ummm. Yeah, we can both follow a recipe. 🤣🤣🤣 Better morning person? Totally Brian! Better driver? Brian Most competitive? Brian by a long shot Who is the funniest? Brian but his humor is rubbing off on me 🤣 Who is more social? Me Who is the neat freak? Uhh, neither. Where was your first kiss? The back of a friends car on the way home from swing dancing. Plans date nights? Usually him but I offer ifeas from time to time. Who picks where you go to dinner? Usually him, I generally don't care where we go as long as it's out Who admits they are wrong first? Me Who has more tattoos? Neither Who sings better? Him, he says I am a sympathetic singer 🤷‍♀️😁😅 Who hogs the remote? Me Did you go to the same school? Only college, grew up on opposite sides of Pennsylvania Where is the furthest you two have traveled together? Guatemala! Most adventurous trip too! Who spends the most money? Me, but I am a thrifter! Who has the better memory? Me - my filling cabinets are getting full... Who drives when you are together? Brian Post a picture/picture(s) of you and your Valentine #ValentinesDayChallenge https://www.instagram.com/p/CLSwArXlr-X/?igshid=7vgq92lk3abb
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booktities · 6 years
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I love all people who write fanfiction, you make people life better you may not know it, but some of us only survive on the stuff you guys write. I am honestly sorry I never wrote comment more often before, because you guys need to know how much a difference your ideas and mind do on people life. Thank you to everyone who decide to go with an ifea they had about their ship. I love you all so much
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pandapupremade · 1 year
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baby bottles, high chair, and cradle for whoever you’re feeling?
I HOPE ITS OK T OUSE FOR MY SIDON/IFEA SHIP? TY FOR SENDING ALSO AND SORRY IM LATE
ask meme here
Baby Bottles: Did you and your F/O plan on starting a family?
i feel like the answer was yes and no. i dont think they even knew if they COULD. but sidon IS a prince and the only living child of the king so i guess he'd need an heir of some sort. adoption would always be an option for them ofc
High Chair: How do you and your F/O choose to decorate the nursery/child’s room before their arrival?
LOTS OF PRETTY THINGS maybe ifea collects some extra sea or fish things to put in the room...however i also think there's a mix of hylian + zora stuff so maybe some flowers for the baby room
Cradle: Who is more likely to spoil the child, you or your F/O?
both. both...fala is SO spoiled in so many ways sorry that baby is loved
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princephil · 6 years
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hey tysm for the last post i sent u msjdjfnfndj but like cn i rant again h so its abt ny relatiobship,,, ok so ik y gf loves me n all and i love her but i dont thibk i wna date anynire byt i stull want to be friends byt i thought i liked her like that but after a while ive started to not feel like it as much and when shes away i feel sorta more relaxed ?? idk but i kinda feel like im doing this more for her than ne and i dont thinj i cant deal with an online relatiobship ?? i sant an irl +
+ i want an irl relatiobship and i want to be frienda again like how we were b4 bc it was chill and she us so hopefil for everything and she wants to meet irl lije soon bht ive only told 2 people about her an its jot even my best friend and i am so bad ay commitment ,,, i feel v bad and i dont know how to word this but i dont know !!!!!!! i dont want anything to ve awkward and i wany to be friends still and be able to sc and styff but liek shes also extremely sensitive and i dony want to hurt ++ her and idk what to so bc sometimss i want to have a relagionship and sometimes i dont wany to and idk . i have more to say but i have no ifea how to word this im si sorry -💕
hey!!  first of all, it’s completely valid and normal for you to feel like this. I had the same thing happen to me in a relationship (except not long distance) and you just gotta listen to and trust your feelings. The best thing you can do is tell her exactly what you told me (about how you want to be friends and commitment and long distance is hard for you and) as soon as possible because waiting too long might make things worse! Let her know that there’s no rush for her to talk to you and be your friend again and give her time and space. It’s normal if she’s not ready to be friends just yet and honestly, she might not want to for a while. Giving her space (unless she doesn’t actually want it) is the best way for her to heal. Good luck and I hope everything goes well
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wheelmytreesaway · 7 years
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Dearmonica. Youre way too good for this wrodl. I have mo ifea why you'renice to me bc toure lovely and im garbage. Anyway i Love you and i think youre gonna do amazing as a person and im so proud of you i love yoy so much ok bye love you hopeisee you later
I love you too
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