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wavesoutbeingtossed · 1 month

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OK, I had a fleeting thought about the TTPD announcement then lost it and now I think I remember what it was, so bear with me.

Disclaimer: I don’t actually think this is what the intro is alluding to! I think the poem is a direct reference to the actual songs on the TTPD! Or at least its themes. But, it’s stuck in my head and you all know I love to write about her albums so here we are.

The introduction to the album has us all gagged, right? The opening salvo of what is going to be a gut punch of a tale:

For some reason last night, my brain likened these lines to the relationship’s corresponding albums.

And so I enter into evidence

The thesis statement: She’s looking back on her own words, a reflection of her lived experience, what she shared and what she didn’t. She is submitting the case files for consideration:

My tarnished coat of arms

Reputation: an album about the how the world turned against her, but she found a love that felt safe and warm amidst the storm. Her very identity was put into question and she had to relearn what mattered to her. Yet, as we’ve since gleaned, that growth also seemed to be part of what ultimately doomed the relationship, and caused immeasurable heartbreak in the process.

My muses, acquired like bruises

Lover: His presence and their love inspired some of her most vulnerable love songs, where she put her own anxieties, fears and hopes in the spotlight, opening herself up to a degree that reached new heights in her music and her life. But those same vulnerabilities also left her open to greater hurt, especially if those same things may have been used as a flashpoint for conflict.

*To be clear: I think there actual muses she’s referring to on the album are multiple; I kind of get the feeling that it’s going to be about her body of work, that it may not just be about an individual or individuals but a whole host of “muses” that have inspired and hurt her, but… That doesn’t fit into this post lol.

My talismans and charms

Folklore and Evermore: Using the “magic” of fiction or esoteric stories to process feelings she may have been experiencing, or to deal with difficult situations she felt like she couldn’t share, did not want to, or maybe did not realize were as severe as she now knows they were in hindsight.

(Talismans and charms both being objects believed to hold magical properties to protect against evil/bring good fortune)

In other words, using the two pandemic albums to stave off difficult choices/realizations, escaping into this alternate reality (the cabin in the woods, as it were). Putting a magic spell over them for a time to “protect” them from the world turning upside down, perhaps by the way she pulled him into her world for a little bit too. But also as it turns out protecting herself from what might have been happening in front of her in the fallout. Using her music as a lifeline for herself, but also in some ways for them. Because the music is always going to be the way forward.

The tick, tick, tick of love bombs

Midnights: A survey of difficult sleepless nights throughout her life, and the aftermath of the things that kept her up at night. As we’ve all talked about, it feels pretty likely that the reason these ideas felt so salient to her was because she was processing similar feelings about her current relationship. It may have felt like there was a metaphorical clock ticking about the fate of the relationship, counting down to a now-inevitable explosion.

(Also interesting: all the clock imagery in the Midnights artwork and promotion.)

The wordplay of the bomb-ticking with love-bombing is both genius and distressing and may be its own post once TTPD is released because the implications are… uncomfortable to say the least. It’s very, “now you’re running down the hallway, you know what they all say, you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone.” There’s the clock running to the end of the relationship, but it could also be a reference to coming to expect a profuse display of love after every conflict or instance of hurt, implying a cycle of dysfunction, whether in the past or present.

My veins of pitch black ink

The Tortured Poets Department: It’s not just an allusion to being metaphorically dead, blood turning dark once the heart has stopped beating (like the end of the relationship); her heart has gone cold. It’s more pointedly a reference to the words spilling out of her, the way writing is a lifeline. (Which she has said herself many times, but specifically about the promotion of TTPD on tour.) The songs on this album are swirling through her veins, and this bloodletting is a lifesaving act for her.

All’s fair in love and poetry

It’s the summation of the files she’s produced as evidence. She’s laying bare the good, the bad and the ugly throughout these chapters, and with the submission of TTPD, the final one, the jury can reach its final conclusion. (As will the relationship.)

The Chairman of the Tortured Poets Department has defended her thesis in six parts; it’s up to the board to do the rest.

(Can you tell I’m obsessed with this poem and I can’t wait to see how it ties in to the actual album?)

#the tortured poets department #taylor swift #I need this album now #scratching every inch of my lit analysis loving brain #Writing letters addressed to the fire

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lunchtimebedamned1997 · 14 days

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Warmups #1 (Plus Charlastor!)

Turns out warmups really DO help in art (fuck me, right?) and these are all from yesterday and today, hope you enjoy it!

SCROLL TO END FOR TIMELAPSE <3

Pretty much just Hazbin and some OCs of mine! (That's basically all I've been drawing the last month or two lol) I've also been reading way too much (not really, fight me) Charlastor/RadioBelle fics and consuming ALL the artwork. I might just be obsessed with Al in general though - *sigh* - before my Charlastor fixation it was RadioStatic/Silence. Anything with the Strawberry Pimp or Vox tbh. Fuck I'm just rambling about Hazbin, huh? uhhhh where was I? RIGHT here's the one and only reference I actively used besides glancing at some official Hazbin art:

I saw it, and then immediately fell into a fit of laughter at the idea of drawing Charlie and Al like this. The whole drawing process made my cheeks hurt bc I was giggling over getting to make those two idiots be, well, adorable fucking idiots! XD

Anyways, here's the speedpaint!

Anatomy is so harrrrrd but I'm actually really proud of myself for how I did with this one, I'm still terrified of drawing the lower body but heyyyy, problem for another day!

OH I almost forgot to talk about my own characters a little?! Hyperfixation, what have you done to me?!!! We've got four of my babies here, all from the same project called Ashland Bites, which will hopefully, someday, be an animated series! I've been writing it for years and years (slow but steady, I'm a team of exactly one person lmao) and I've been trying to get my art skills honed so I can do as much of the (probably very distant, but hopefully someday) future pre-production work myself! I started learning more about animating recently, and the openness that Vivienne Medrano allows her cast and crew to have has been a godsend for learning more about the different steps of the process (all while feeding my ravenous little neurodivergent brain with that good good fixation content lmao)

Can't share too much about my own project at the mo, but let me just say it's got Vampires, the fair folk, godesses, ancient fantasy cultures, modern humans running around thinkin' the world is our definition of 'normal', and SO much more (I wish I could tell u all the things oh my GODDD)

Thanks for taking a look at my work *smooches ya*

#digital art #warmups #drawing #my art #my ocs #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #charlastor #fanart #hellaverse fanart #Ashland Bites #AB Veronica #AB Tara #AB Lucas #AB Kathryn #Ashland Bites art #oc art #speedpaint

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fangirlies · 1 year

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Prettiest painting- (x.t)

Pairing: xavier thorpe x fem!reader

Summary: Your boyfriend caught you off guard when he sneakily dragged you inside an unfamiliar building.

Warnings: 18+!! Smut follows. Minors do not interact! Cursing. Unprotected sex (don’t try this at home) p in v. All that comes with sex.. I never know what to put on here. (Please let me know if I should be aware of anything else)

Word count: pls don’t make me count lol

A.N: besties. . first time writing actual smut. I’m shy to even post. probably not too great. Shout out to @zavithorpe ; their writings are actually insane and make me blush while picturing puppy xavier. probably my fav account on here. Anyways, enjoy fangirlies 🧚🏼‍♀️

“Xavier, where are we going?” You asked tightening your grip around his enormous hands.

Your lover scolded you, "Stop asking so many questions and just wait," in a harsh whisper. On a school night, you weren't meant to be leaving your dorm room this late. You managed to sneak into Xavier's room, which was terrible enough, but now he has you sneaking into some random building. Was he trying to suspend the two of you?

Before looking around, the lanky boy retrieved a key from his coat pocket and opened the building's door. Who would be awake at 12:45 a.m on a Tuesday? You had so many concerns, yet you chose to keep them to yourself rather than share them with your carefree boyfriend. As you two walked into the dim room together, the heavy door squeaked. The door closed behind you with a loud slam while it was still completely dark. Xavier managed to find the light switch and you were stunned as to where you two were.

“Does this answer your question?” He asked. He brought you into town to visit the art gallery? at nearly one in the morning? You perplexedly turned to glance around.

“It answers one of the many I have,”

Your obsession with knowing every last detail made him giggle. He loved many things about you, and that was one of them.

“Well, I thought it'd be fun to have the place to ourselves,” he said. "Just you, me, and some art," Xavier walked into the open space extending his arms out.

Truthfully, you’ve never done anything like this before so your heart was racing. Your body started to become tense. “How did you even get the keys?” You questioned crossing your arms while scanning your surroundings out of concern that someone could see you two.

“Remember how Tyler destroyed my mural last year?” The fact that he would ask Tyler - of all people - for a favor made you realize that this might be important for him. “I asked him for a favor — to swipe the keys from the owner.” But the expression on your face stayed the same. You were looking at him as if began to lose his mind.

“Relax, pumpkin. I'll give the keys back in the morning.” He gave you a soft kiss on the nose and chuckled, "Lighten up and do something bad for once." He then started to approach the closest painting. You took a deep breath and once more looked around. It was a lovely place, one you’ve never been to before. You were aware that Xavier would never put you in a position where you’d get in trouble. As you started to move in the direction of your boyfriend, you decided to leave your anxieties behind.

With each artwork, you two took your time inspecting. They were all so distinctive from one another. You would occasionally glance up at your giant boyfriend, and the look in his eyes would make you melt. It matched the way he would stare at you whenever you were going on about your day. He was truly in his element.

As the two of you entered the back room, a large canvas covered in a variety of colors was hanging from the wall. He was explaining the painting to you; he was such a nerd for this sort of thing. You were listening closely when you suddenly felt the urge to touch him. He was constantly teaching you new things and was so brilliant that you couldn't help but find it irresistible.

Without thinking twice, you placed your lips against his. He wasn’t expecting it but kissed you back after adjusting himself. A few seconds later, the kiss became more intense. His hands were exploring your body before firmly landing on your ass and giving it a firm squeeze. You laughed at what he did, but a familiar sensation between your thighs also surfaced. That game allows for two players, you reasoned. Your hand released his face on one side and started moving down toward his clothed dick slowly. He grew larger in your palm as you stroked the area over his sweatpants. You ignored his cries of desperation and kept playing with his bulge.

Your boyfriend seemed hesitant about the thought of getting sexual in an art gallery, you could tell. “do something bad for once” you whispered his exact words back at him before planting your lips on his neck. Sucking at the spot near his ear, you knew made him weak.

Xavier's finger lifted your head and planted his lips on yours again. His tongue caressed yours for a while before he pulled back and began whispering in between breaths.

“Can-can I fuck you? Right now?” He inquired in a barely audible manner, almost as if he wasn’t even sure himself.

You’ve never fucked your boyfriend in public- or anyone for that matter. But you didn't think twice about it because all you wanted was to feel Xavier. You offered him a small smile as you glanced up at him through your eyelashes and untied the knot on his sweatpants. His demeanor changed to one of excitement with a hint of hunger.

He again leaned in and gave you a passionate kiss. Making out with the sole intention of tasting one another. You managed to liberate his red and swollen cock out of the confinement of his sweatpants. To your amazement- he had nothing under. What a slut, you thought. You started stroking his length with the help of his precum to tug at his dick easily. His mouth was spewing gentle groans that were so desperate. Despite the fact that you knew he wanted to feel your warm cunt around him, you decided to quicken the pace around his cock because you simply enjoyed teasing him. He was able to utter a quick "Plea-please." He stopped kissing you due to the pleasure he was receiving from you becoming too overwhelming.

He chose to instead let his eyes close and his head fall back. He was caught off guard when he felt your wet tongue on his tip. He gazed down at you and found you already looking up at him. He reverted to his former stance with his head facing the ceiling and mumbled behind gritted teeth, "Fuck, don't look at me like that unless you want me to bust right now.” You started bobbing your head in the pace you knew your boyfriend enjoyed. He jerked his hips into you and began aiding your already wide mouth in taking in his entire dick before his hands managed to grip the back of you head- holding a fistful of hair. His pelvis was in contact with your nose. The more nosies your mouth made, the louder Xavier became.

He interrupted your fun by demanding, "Get up," yet you did as he ordered. He led you to the closest bench and forced you to sit down. Finding yourself giggling at how quickly he removed your underwear and tossed it to the side. Shivers ran down your spine when the temperature on your lower body adjusted. However, when Xavier's tongue licked the bundle of nerves at your center, you arched your back almost instantly.

You uttered "Wa- wait xavi," feeling embarrassed at how exposed you were in the middle of the art exhibition. He didn’t care. Xavier desired you at this very moment and was going to taste you no matter what. He couldn’t even think clearly as he is so fucking turned on that this is happening in front of the eyes of many paintings. You can tell by the way he begins to lick you—he looked like a man who hasn't eaten in years. He looks up at you and starts flicking his tongue in your fluttering hole. He enjoyed watching you convulse at how he was dragging his tongue over your wet pussy. Knowing only he could get you this way.

“Oh fuck, Xav- fuck," you exhale as one of your hands rushes to grab his hair and lightly tug at it.

“You thought you could tease me like that and I wouldn’t do anything about it?” As he brought two fingers to the opening of your hole, he chucked. While skilfully pounding into your fluttering hole as you grow closer and closer to the brink, he ignores your whimpers and begins sucking on the swollen nub with all of his might. As if your hips weren't already close enough to his mouth, you moved them closer.

You managed to warn him, "I'm- I'm close."

That signaled him to completely lay you down and ram his already-hard cock into you. He hissed at how tight you were. Your back was on the cold, hard bench now and he was hovering over you. By the time his free hand—the one not wrapped around your neck—reaches your leaking pussy, he has complete control over your body and you had no complaints. His thrusts became faster and sloppier, drawing circles around your swollen clit. Your and Xavier's audible groans, together with the sound of skin slapping against skin, filled the room.

A cocky smile would emerge on his face when you no longer could hold his name in, and he would periodically gaze down at you to watch how your cunt swallows his entire dick.

"You're so fucking gorgeous. I love seeing you like this.” The knot in your stomach grew stronger when you heard these words "You're mine, tell me you're mine." You exhaled, "I'm yours, Xavier, I'm all yours," while gazing intensely into his emerald eyes that reminded you of home.

Your encouragement caused him to throw his head back and deliver uncoordinated thrusts. As your partner struggled on top of you, you began to appreciate how incredibly sexy he looked. How he fucked you so passionately yet like you were his own personal whore. Your breathing grows unsteady and your pussy tightens around his cock. You urge Xavier not to stop as you continue to pursue your high. He continues to fuck you slowly through your climax but quickens his pace as soon as you stop shaking as he anticipates busting in a matter of seconds. He is driven insane by the mere sight of watching you unravel under him.

The only warning he could muster was "Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm com-" before he stuffed you full of his milky white cum. His juices fill your walls while his lips are slight parted and his brows are furrowed. Silky brown hair strands stuck onto his face by the stream of sweat. Fuck, he was so perfect, you thought.

You found your way into Xavier’s arms as the two of you take a few minutes to regulate your breathing. You laughed at the stupid expression on his face, it was as though he was seeing stars. He looked up and scanned your naked body laying next to him as he came down from his high.

“Ya know, you’re prettier than any art in here,”

Your cheeks began to burn up at his heart-warming words, and you knew then that he was going to be yours forever.

A.N: not me needing to be up in two hours to head to the airport. this idea had to be written out before my tiny little brain forgot so it was worth it. imagine fucking thorpe boy in an art gallery 🥺 crying

As always— requests are always open! Share your thoughts! Talk to me! Get something off your mind! ✨

#wednesday #wednesday netflix #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier thrope imagine #fangirlieswriting #xavier thorpe blurb #xavier thorpe smut #percy hynes white #xavier thorpe x reader

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roosterbox · 7 months

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October Almost-Drabbles 10/4: Pumpkin

Pairing: Steddie

Word Count: 621

Additional tags: FLUFF, pumpkin carving, transfemme!Steve

Side note: was initially going to be t4t, but I didn’t end up getting around to Eddie’s characterization. I think it’s already too long as it is, lol. I don’t mind it if you think of him that way though.

Side note #2: new headcanon unlocked - Eddie is awesome at pumpkin carving artwork.

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“Is it ready yet?”

Stevie was almost bouncing in her chair. Her own pumpkin was finished - triangle cut out eyes and a big toothy smile - so now all that was left was Eddie’s. But the big jerk wouldn’t let her see. ‘Not until it’s done,’ he’d said.

Stevie Harrington wasn’t known for her patience.

“Almost,” Eddie said, not looking at her. He was surprisingly focused. For him, at least. His hair was tied back, though some thin wisps managed to settle against his forehead, and his tongue was pressed anxiously to the corner of his mouth. He wore a similar look when he was working hard on his campaigns. It seemed like an awful lot of concentration and trouble for a pumpkin carving, Stevie thought. But that only made her want to see even more.

“How much longer?”

Eddie sighed, more out of fondness than exasperation. “In a minute, baby.” He looked up and winked at her. “Can’t rush art.”

Right. Pumpkin art. She rolled her eyes a little. Never saw much need for any fanciness. Everybody loves the simple designs, right? Besides, there’s only so much a person can do with a pumpkin.

After a few moments, with one final flourish of the carving knife, Eddie turned to her, smiling.

“All done! Wanna see my masterpiece?”

She rolled her eyes again, but she was smiling too. “Damn right I do. Make some room.”

He scooted his chair out from the table a bit so she could plop down on his lap. Eddie coughed out a mild ‘gentle on the goods there, darlin’’ before wrapping his arms around her. She made herself quite comfortable before actually looking at the…

…pumpkin?

“Oh shit,” she breathed.

It was the moon. A carving of a full moon. With craters and everything, though they probably weren’t scientifically accurate if she’d had to guess. But damn, it looked good. The way he’d carved into the flesh of the pumpkin, not all the way through but thin enough for the light to pass through, was incredible. There were cut-outs along the side, a few in the moon shape itself. It took her a minute to realize they were bats. Just like one ones on Eddie’s arm.

“Like it? I was gonna try to do a howling werewolf or something. Felt too cliché.”

“It’s amazing, Eds.” She kissed his cheek, leaving a tiny smudge of her dark red lipstick. Neither moved to wipe it away. “Have you always carved pumpkins like this?”

He shrugged, and held her closer. “Not really. Got tired of the typical shit a few years ago, figured I could stand to get more creative.” At her withering look, he sputtered, “N-not that yours is uncreative or anything! I mean, that design is a classic for a reason, and-“

She silenced him with a kiss. Slow and deep, leaving his lips stained red. But before she could grab a tissue or a towel, he licked them clean. This earned him another fond eyeroll.

“How’s my lipstick taste?”

Another lick. He grinned. “Perfect. Just like my Stevie.”

“Dork,” she said, and settled further in his lap.

“You love me though.” He nuzzled at her neck, kissing a bit at the freckles and beauty marks there.

“Yeah, I do. God help me, but I do.”

Another time, he might have feigned offense. Maybe even whined about his cruel, cruel girlfriend, how could she say such mean things to him? But tonight? Tonight he just sighed, and squeezed her tight.

“Wanna help me set ‘em up outside?”

“In a minute,” her voice was muffled from where her face was pressed in his hair. “I’m comfy here.”

He chuckled, careful not to jostle her too much. “Dork.”

#October drabbles #pumpkin #Steddie #trans!steve harrington #pumpkin carving #the fluffiest fluff #these two are everything #❤️❤️❤️

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chromatophorium · 1 year

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Right, the second abandoned soma project i talked about. This one isn’t as abandoned, I worked on it today actually. Got some inspiration yesterday. But yeah. It’s Splatoon au fanart, so, like, if you don’t know splatoon all things might not make sense. And If you find this from knowing splatoon and not soma, things might also not make sense.

The project is two pieces of fan art for Soma x Splatoon that I haven’t finished. oh yeah. See other soma splatoon stuff I have made here. (there is more unfinished artwork and refrence I made for the boys in more splatoon proportions, ha. I’ll show that off here too, at the end. I like it.)

they’re battle pose things for turf war. The fist one I even colored, and I mingt shade and texture it sometime, Idk. Feels like a lot. I’ve got the brushes for it now though.

Agent 8 and agent 4 are there in plain clothes too. making their ink color black since the boys can’t change their ‘ink’ color. Lol. Yeah. this is basically ink=structure gel. they’re both goops. so yea. Also this is from before splatoon 3 was a thing and that’s why the agent’s inktanks are the splatoon 2 version. I copied poses from official artwork, because I could and the poses are awesome.

Second artwork!

This is just a sketch, as you can see. (I’m actually working on line art/my cleaner sketch, but idk when that will be done if ever so you get this) (also stole the poses here too, from more official splatoon artwork.)

they have custom weapons now! Based on cameras, since that is a splatoon-ish thing to base a weapon on that also has a Soma theme. When getting scanned, the first two times at least, they reference cameras, and Simon has a camera and a bit of a photography hobby, as seen by the pictures and camera in his apartment. I made the weapons in blender because I love 3d modeling sometimes and I love getting reference pictures of complicated objects wit hthe right perspective.

here are the renders that I used as ref

the polaroid slosher! You can see the inspiration better if you turn it around upside down. Should maybe chanfe that but it works for the pose of the sketch. It also has a inktank that is a previously used diver’s air tank (Simon 2′s in fact the top one of his back pack thing!) because I wanted to get references to diving equipment into the design, since that is also a soma/simon theme.

The DSLR brella! Based on a dslr camera, zoom lenses for a dslr camera, a camera tripod and the umbrella light things that photo studios have. Sadly no diving equipment in this one, tried to get it in but it just wouldn’t fit with the design. Brellas are pretty sleek, can’t fit that much on them, designwise.

oh yeah. And the reference for the splatoon-style design of the boys.

they can turn into little ink creatures, my god! they have four limbs/tentacles in that form, no more, because that is how many limbs they have in humanoid form. also icons. Because i love the style of the splatoon dialogue box icons.

(Also you may have noticed the inconsistent prosthetic of Simon 3 in these designs. In the sketch thing, I just forgot about it honestly, only noticed it now. we all make mistages. Like that one. Mistackes. Mistakes. we all make ‘em.)

#splatoon #soma #simon jarrett #agent 4 #agent 8 #abandoned #ish #project #soma game

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dreaming-marchling · 1 month

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Director's cut around anything in The Warlock's Cat? I absolutely adore the story.

The Warlock's Cat Tidbits :)

Also, hopefully cats weren’t deathly allergic to romaine lettuce, carrots and what tasted like balsamic vinaigrette. All Alec knew was that cats hunted mice, what their diets were like after that was a mystery. Nobody could actually be allergic to a carrot, right?

Just in case anyone out there is unclear, cats totally can't survive on a vegan diet, they have to have meat. So nice try with this salad, Alec, but this did absolutely nothing for you lol

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He braced himself, flexed his claws but didn’t attack. He didn’t want to attack. Alec was just resting up, he’d get out of here as soon as he could but he had no way of communicating that so the cat probably…

It licked him.

Aside from the kindness from Chairman here, cats groom each other to bond but often the groomer is asserting dominance over the groomee. So in cat speak, Chairman is also saying "this is my house but I like you" while he grooms Alec. Further enforcing Magnus' thought later that Chairman and Alec are friends and that Chairman is the alpha in the friendship lol (and that they're both aware and okay with that)

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To his great surprise, she turned to him and nodded her head as well, “I am the Sirin. It is a pleasure to meet you as well.”

The initial outline didn't have the Sirin. I just wanted some various Downworlders to show Alec how similar their people were and that Magnus was nothing like what Maryse had said. I decided it'd be fun to have a non-humanoid being come to Magnus so I started researching. When I discovered the Sirin from Russian folklore I fell in love and had to include her.

This is a picture of her and her counterpart Alkonost (the Sirin is on the left)

[By Viktor Vasnetsov, Birds of Joy and Sorrow (1896)]

This is my favorite artwork of them but there are many other great ones (plus plenty that stick a pair of featherless tits in the center of their bird chests, if that does anything for you lol).

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The spell carried Alec all the way to his bed in Magnus’ bedroom where there was some green stuff – oregano? – scattered around. Alec didn’t stick around to figure it out, he just rushed back out to the living room but Magnus was gone.

I've said before that I was heartily tempted to include an "Alec on catnip" scene but didn't because the technically un-aware and un-consenting drug use on Alec's part would change the overall lighthearted tone of the story too much but please know that after the story eventually Magnus manages to convince Alec to give the catnip a try and he gets some potent zoomies and really enjoys himself rolling around on the floor over and over again lol. He likes it better than alcohol.

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Once more, the conga line departed the loft via portal.

Listen, if I was rich and could pay the cast to act out scenes from my stories, I'd obviously totally pick the really major romantic moments or big revelation moments or hurt/comfort moments, like I've got a list I could choose from happily. This one though... I would be genuinely tempted even though it's not major in any way. It's so dumb at a certain point, like it forever cracks me up. I was cackling writing this. I don't really do funny confidently but like, I was genuinely laughing at how ridiculous this had gotten.

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Under no circumstance was he telling them about the litter box situation. If they loved him they wouldn’t even ask.

This occurred to Izzy and Jace both but they do love him so they didn't ask.

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He was small. He was furry.

He was a cat.

Again.

Shit.

Originally the story was meant to end with Alec going to talk to Magnus and them realizing they're in wuv and kissing. I was having too much fun though so I added the whole cat shifter thing.

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“The next person who finds you and thinks you’re a stray might be a more modern and responsible cat owner.” Cat said, glancing at Magnus before she turned and smirked at Alec, “I was encouraging Magnus to neuter you. Sorry about that.”

After the story ends, Magnus casts a few spells on Alec to ensure that any catting doesn't get him in a bad situation like a tracking spell and, discretely and importantly, a notice-me-not spell on his balls. I didn't know how to weave that in but like, it's important lmao.

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“Sorry if this is rude but is your cat a cat?” Alec asked in one rush.

I added this shortly before posting because readers had been commenting about Chairman's perceptiveness. Give me a hint of an excuse to talk about Chairman Meow the familiar or the old forest god or literally all the many headcanons and thoughts I have about this cat, seriously. Any excuse.

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Then came something glowing red. Alec picked it up gingerly and was surprised to read Kīlauea Lava from January 22, 1884 Eruption.

This is a real eruption of a real volcano. I researched this. Why? Are any of you vulcanologists? I don't know why I was so intent on accuracy here but good opportunity to tell people now: this is a real volcano eruption.

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Magnus laughed, “Shall you tell your mother or would you like the High Warlock to do so?”

Maryse listens to the explanation of this and literally stares at them silently for like a full minute before turning and walking away. It's like long after Valentine that Maryse again acknowledges that her son is a cat shifter.

Thank you for asking!!

#My Writing

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sinkableruby · 11 months

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the obvious point of speculation from Owarimonogatari is what would have happened if Araragi brought Ougi with him instead of Hanekawa to Sodachi's studio, but how do you think it would have turned out if anyone else took Hanekawa's place? (such as Senjogahara, Kanbaru or Nadeko)

mmm... i think for all of them except maybe kanbaru it would go poorly

i will share my two thoughts on what might happen if you brought ougi first though. i think it would have gone the same as hanekawa for a little bit but then there wouldnt be any deescalation and in fact only escalation from ougi, making the whole thing much worse. probably araragi and sodachi's relationship would not likely have the chance to recover, and ougi would reveal the answer to the mystery sodachi has before sodachi even asked for the two of them to solve it... and i cant see her being able to feel quite so calm if its not just her and koyomi talking about it, and especially if ougi reveals it before sodachi even has the chance to ask and just springs it on her... ougi being the one revealing the mystery makes it much more antagonizing. there's a really really good artwork that shows some of this... i need to find the artist before i post it though curse you reverse image searches for never working

if you brought senjougahara she would not be helpful in the slightest. bringing her for that confrontation would mean she'd be expected to offer comfort to sodachi at a time where she was still kind of pissed at her probably for hurting her boyfriend. and she just would not do that. i can't see sodachi apologizing for it before the mystery is solved so i cant see senjougahara saying anything that isn't a barb, even if its something that would otherwise be helpful. actually this one might be worse than ougi bc she wouldnt even care enough about the mystery to help with it at all either. forget araragi and sodachi rekindling their relationship or having any kind of friendliness between them with her around no way not happening.

nadeko would also not be helpful at all bc shes still uwu nadeko at this point. she'd just be like 'ummm... err........' in the corner and not say anything or just be talking so quietly no one would hear her. and when sodachi attacked araragi she'd just be like 'thats not true! koyomi onii chan is the best and he's super nice...... he wouldnt do anything like that...............' and it would NOT HELP AT ALL LOL

kanbaru could do it. i believe in her. she would NOT be able to solve the mystery but she would definitely be able to help ease tensions and stop things from getting worse. she's very emotionally intelligent and mature and she'd be able to understand what to say and when or if to say it. this is the best one other than hanekawa bc the relationship would be stabilized and even though they wouldnt be able to solve the mystery together ougi would just be coming by to do that anyway. so it would end up mostly the same. good end

#monogatari #interesting ask #oshino ougi #ougiposting #kanbaru suruga #sengoku nadeko #araragi koyomi #oikura sodachi #senjougahara hitagi #owarimonogatari

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TODAY’S EPISODE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Koku you amethyst time!!!!!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 And it’s apparently the moment that the show’s staff have been waiting for just as eagerly as I have because it’s the best looking episode not just of this season but maybe… of the entire series since its inception…????!! I genuinely can’t think of another one that has Multiple dedicated cuts of detailed action in a row like the sequence from kyou kai snapping on the mountain road to the encounter between shin and kyou kai + rai do and koku’ou at kan ki’s camp, and certainly not one anywhere near as good looking, it’s such a treat…!!!!!!!

[quick aside, before I forget I want to add that rai do is addressing shin as ‘obocchan’ in the last cap above :DDD truly the gift that keeps on giving]

And anyways that’s without even touching on how good this sequence would be regardless of looks because it’s still Amethyst Plot time 🥰❤️💞❣️💓💍💘 Bi hei giving in to peer pressure in just the kind of moment of weakness that you can’t actually detest him for (of course you would want to believe him when he tells you it wasn’t a civilian village..), kyou kai absolutely fucking snapping, the cool head ten maintains between trying to hold shin back and immediately pivoting the hi shin unit to a defensive formation for the real possibility that shin and kyou kai actually start pvp against the kan ki army , and of course shin and kan ki putting their cards on the table :)))))

^ my favourite panel of him ever now animated!!!!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 and my favourite moment in the exchange between them, shin’s is still yet to come (I think all his talk in this week’s episode about kan ki not being equipped to handle sei’s dream of unification *is* sweet and sincere but it’s also dumb and that’s why kan ki is able to refute him so easily; the point that really matters and where his moral stance becomes unassailable, for me, is in the fact that it’s all for hyou’s sake. there’s no counter-argument about what you may or may not be turning a blind eye to there, it’s the mandate made absolute and incorruptible instead…) but this is maybe my favourite line of kan ki’s ever… he’s just following through on the promise he made you; these are the rules you agreed to play by! 🥰🥰🥰 i don’t even need to go into the premium emycore aspect of ever part of this sequence lol, the indulgence of it all…

also I was pleasantly surprised to see that they preserved just about all all of the gore from the scenes covered in this week’s scenes; there are some minor changes (the zhao soldiers kan ki is having the saki clan interrogate early in the episode are shown a little less mutilated than they are in the manga, and there’s no nudity) but they really are minor which bodes pretty well for the saki clan artworks coming up soon :~) I think there’s a chance we might not see that scene until the week after next since next episode’s primary focus will of course be Bi Hei And The Hi Shin Unit as per the ep title, but i’m so curious to see what they do with it since the anime has *always* omitted saki and saki-adjacent activities in the past. but I won’t get ahead of myself when we still have all of bi hei’s crisis to savour first :D

also, in shin’s speech telling kan ki off, we got a little additional visual of ran dou from sanyou campaign! always on the lookout for scenes from s1-2 appearing in flashback in the current art style <3

and i really had forgotten what he looked like lol even though this is another scene I absolutely adore for similar reasons to the one in the camp in this episode - though there’s no mou ten around to step in and defend shin this time, of course… :)

#not to go to bat for a really worthless minor character for a second here but ran dou looks cool actually #like really good-looking in the context of the type of guy he is anyways. sorry lol #I reread a little sanyou looking for his original scene but I can’t start talking about that arc proper now or I’ll never stop lol. anyways #hey if this season is still 2 cours we’re only a few weeks away from seeing mou ten in his winter outfit!!!!!!#the prettiest any character has ever looked in the entire series I love him so much 🥰#kingdomposting #txt #really really can’t overstate how good this episode looked we are SO LUCKY #also so many kan ki lines that i couldnt cap for this post for the sake of Appearances but are just. highest concentration premium emy #the scene where he’s sitting on the table at the camp!!!!!!!! agghfhgbgbf #you know how it is with mountain bandits…#also unrelated but. I won’t hold ten’s stupid comments about prisoners of war in coalition arc against her here #but obviously the events here Did make me think about them and they Are still stupid lol

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5 Sides of Human

{Part Twenty-Six}

Genre: Mixed WC: ~3.8k CW: anxiety, swearing, Storm has a stutter but I am not depicting it with written word consistently, prolly lots of typos lol, spoilers for season 1&2, I'm skipping over/changing some things I didn't like in the main story so it will be a bit different from canon! Series Masterlist

©️ artwork commissioned by @vivi8bit ©️

"Alright! Here we are!" Solomon grinned, holding the large door for the others to walk through. "The fifth level of the reaper's cave!"

"What are ya, some kinda gameshow host? Why're ya so excited, man?" Mammon rolled his eyes.

The group walked cautiously across a rickety rope bridge that lay above a monstrous cavern. On the other side, a large stone arch lead to a ballroom-sized room filled with candles. Within the room, hundreds of pillars and tables also sat lined with candles, and some even littered the floor. More archways that lead to other rooms, presumably filled with more candles, created a seemingly never-ending maze.

"Look at all those fuckin' candles!" Fern gaped, turning in circles to look at the billions of candles that lined the walls.

"It's sorta eerie..." Sarah shuddered, the cool air in the cave wisping her hair around.

"Are there any rules to follow in here?" Beel asked nervously, fidgeting with the end of Storm's sleeve.

"Nope! Not to worry, on level 5, there are no rules!" Solomon chuckled. "Oh, but one thing- make sure you don't accidentally touch any of the candles in here."

"Uh..." Storm gulped, shifting closer to Beel's side to avoid bumping a table full of candles. "Why..?"

"Because you might end up cutting someone's life short if you do, and that wouldn't be good!" Solomon noted, the same smile still plastered onto his face.

"Solomon, dear...I'd say you're enjoying this a bit too much." Asmo sighed, giving Heart an uneasy glance.

"How do we know who's candle is who's?" Storm asked, feeling nervous about trying to find a set of 7 candles amongst all of the others in the chamber.

"It doesn't look like it, but there's actually an immaculate organization system that the reapers have here!" He grinned beckoning them to follow. "The brother's candles are quite old, so they will be in one of the deeper rooms."

Heart nodded along with Solomon's commentary, noticing the mixture of colors around the room, curious to what they all meant.

Their will probably be bunched together, and a family name will likely be labeling them....like this one here!" Solomon pointed to a table, where a few pillars with the name "Mertens" carved onto them sat. "Though it's not always consistent, given that some are grouped by association rather than family name, so not all of them are labeled."

"What is UP with this place, huh? It's super creepy in here..." Mammon swallowed hard, clutching Storm's pant leg tightly. He halted right in the archway, pulling her back slightly. "I-I'm not goin' any farther...not another step for Mammon!"

"Chicken." Satan mocked, rolling his eyes.

"H-hey! I ain't no chicken!"

"BAAAWWWK!" Fern screeched. "BAWK-BAWK-BAAWWWK!"

"Oh yes you are." Satan laughed, finding Fern's chicken impression- fake movements and all- to be quite amusing.

"Seriously, you're so scared you look about ready to piss yourself!" Vivi snickered, also finding the mocking of the second oldest to be quite enjoyable.

"Scared? haha...no! As if!" Mammon laughed nervously, his grip on Storm's leg faltering as she stepped closer to the large wall of candles. His eyes widened in panic as he tried to find someone else to hide behind, but everyone else had already followed Storm into the maze.

"Okay then, you can wait here...alone." Belphie shrugged, tailing behind the others into the large room. As he disappeared, he called out behind him. "You never know what might pop up out of the darkness and try to eat you!"

"Have fun hanging out with the ghosts, Mammon!" Fern cackled from the doorway, ending the statement with an "ooOOOoooo!"

Mammon whipped around, glancing back at the bridge they had just walked across. it swayed lightly in the cave breeze, causing the wood to creak. The sound of dripping stalactities and a distant howling in the depths below only added to the spooky atmosphere. He began to shake, now regretting his choice of staying behind. He screamed, running full-speed into Lucifer's calves. "Noo! Please don't leave me!"

"Five minutes...Would it kill you to shut your mouths....FOR FIVE MINUTES?!" Lucifer roared, causing Mammon to yelp in fear and scramble to hide behind Sarah and Heart. Lucifer gripped his forehead tightly, groaning at the throbbing ache. It seemed to worsen the deeper they went into the cave. Even the worsening migraines he had been having lately didn't compare to the one he was having now. Nausea rippled through his body as he fought to stay upright, choosing to stay close to Storm and Beelzebub for support if he were to misstep.

"I'm worried about Lucifer." Beel murmured into Storm's ear as they walked. "I know it doesn't take much to piss him off usually...but he seems really on edge- much more than usual."

Storm nodded, her eyes showing great uncertainty. "I'm worried too."

"I can hear you talking about me, you know." Lucifer sighed. "You don't have to strain your attention for my sake. Focus on the task at hand, and ensure my brothers stay in line."

Storm glanced at him uneasily. "Okay, fine...but when we get home, I'm gonna make sure you rest."

Lucifer scoffed, turning away. Though, his heart felt a bit lighter as he thought about the impending doting he would receive from Storm.

They walked through the winding rooms for what felt like an hour, trying to catch a glimpse of the clues Solomon was talking about. It was taking a lot longer than They had hoped to find the candles, causing anxiety to rise amongst the group. If they didn't find the candles in time, and something happened to Beelzebub, then this entire endeavor would have been for nothing, and the reaper's wrath would likely come down on all of them.

Suddenly, Belphie's voice from the corner of the 12th room echoed out in relief. "There they are! I found our candles!"

The group quickly scrambled toward where Belphie stood, bouncing and pointing toward a table a few feet away.

"Wow, they're beautiful..." Heart squatted in front of the table, seeming mesmerized by the way the candles seemed to sparkle.

"They look almost like jewels!" Mammon rubbed his tiny hands together, glancing around the rest of candles in his vicinity.

"Hmm...this one must be Lucifer's candle." Satan grinned evilly, reaching up toward the tallest candle on the end of the table.

Storm gasped, aggressively yanking Satan back by the tail.

"OW! Hey, come on!" Satan whined, trying to escape Storm's hold. "I wasn't gonna blow it out! I just wanted to shorten it by a couple centuries!

"Life candles are made from what's known as Essence of Life...It's a special kind of sparkling wax." Solomon smiled, admiring the candle amongst the brother's black ones that shimmered gold. "It's said that no two candles sparkle in the exact same way. Each one is unique."

Beelzebub stared at the flames that danced around the wicks. "That's amazing..."

"I bet one of these babies would sell pretty good on the black market..." Mammon let out a mischievous laugh as he reached for the gold candle, only to have his hand slapped hard by Solomon.

"What did I tell you?!" Solomon glowered, "Touching any of these could result in shortening someone's lifespan! And this one that you tried to grab just so happens to be Storm's"

"Huh?" Storm let Satan go, turning to see which candle Solomon meant.

"Wow, it's so pretty!" Heart commented, giving Storm a wide smile.

"I wonder why hers is here though?" Fern asked, glancing around to see if their candle was anywhere in sight.

"The candles move as associations to others are built." Solomon noted, smiling weakly at Storm. "Since her bond is so strong to the brothers- stronger than anyone else- it's likely the reason why it got moved here."

Storm smiled, feeling comfort in the fact that her family bond was strong enough that even those who controlled life itself have taken notice.

"Wait...right next to Storm's...That's Beel's candle!" Belphie gasped, now terrified of the sight before him.

"Oh god..." Storm's eyes widened. "It looks like it's nearly burned all the way down..."

"At this rate, it looks like it wont last another 10 minutes..." Solomon added sadly, glancing toward Beel. He looked heavily anxious, gripping Storm's hand tightly to try to hold back tears.

"It could go out any minute! What do we do!?" Belphie yelled helplessly, turning to the others for support. Everyone looked amongst each other with uncertainty, unsure of how to fix the fact that the candle had been burned down so low.

"Is...is there a way to summon the reaper here..? To explain what happened and...and apologize..?" Beel whimpered, giving Solomon a pleading look.

"That wont be necessary." Lucifer stated, pushing past Beel, Storm, and Belphie to stand at the front of the table. Picking up his own candle, Lucifer proceeds to pour some of his essence into Beel's.

Storm gasped quietly, almost finding it hard to believe she had seen Lucifer sacrifice some of his own life to his brother. She couldn't imagine any of her living family- even her siblings, which she somewhat got along with- doing anything like that for her if she were in Beel's position. The action saddened her, but also made her admire Lucifer more, knowing that he truly loved his family more than anything in the world.

"Lucifer, stop!" Beel tried to grab his arm, but was stopped by Solomon. He frowned, looking uneasily at his older brother as he stepped away from the table. Beel's candle now had significantly more height, and While Lucifer's was still the tallest of his brothers, it was now shortened by a significant amount.

Storm looked up at Lucifer, who had a warm smile on his face. He glanced down at her, almost taken aback by the loving look she was giving him.

"Lucifer..." Beel's voice trembled as he tried to keep himself from crying. "Doing that shortens your lifespan...why-"

"What does that matter, Beelzebub?" Lucifer asked softly, pressing a hand gently to his shoulder. "The seven of us have lived for so long, and have an impossibly long life ahead of us as well. I can certainly spare some of my own to allow us to remain together throughout that long road. In the grand scheme of things, it is merely just a drop in the ocean."

"Really, Lucifer. You don't always have to be a martyr." Picking up his candle with a smile, Belphegor pours a bit of his essence into Beelzebub's candle. One by one, each of his brothers follow suit, offering their brother a bit of their own life force to get his candle up to half the height of Belphie's.

"I...I don't know what to say..." Tears drip down Beel's face as he squeezes Storm's hand.

"It's really amazing how much you guys love eachother..." Solomon comments, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Wait..." Fern gasped, pointing at Beel's candle again. "It's still burning down so fast!"

Everyone whipped around to see that Beelzebub's candle had already lost an eighth of its height. They all frown, glancing back toward Solomon in fear. Beelzebub hung his head, loosening his grip on Storm's hand. He seemingly had decided to accept his fate, as even the gift of life from his brothers seemed to be fruitless.

The brothers and other humans squawked amongst each other, begging Solomon to summon the reaper. Storm stood on the outside of the group, her eyes transfixed on Beel's flame. She felt sadness well up in her heart as her lips began to tremble, the panicked noise from the others seeming to add the vibe of hopelessness that seemed to engulf the room. Her thoughts wandered as they argued, and she suddenly found herself wondering if the brother's long lifespans had something to do with the ineffectiveness of their gift.

She glanced toward the group once more, then back to the table. Deciding it was worth a try to save a beloved member of the ones she called family. It felt almost like a dream as she walked up to the table, taking her own candle up and observing it.

"-So there's no reason why we can't try to...Wait, Storm! What the hell're ya doin'!" Mammon screamed, watching Storm tilt her candle over Beel's. The other brothers and humans gasped, calling for her to stop what she was doing.

"Storm, you're a human!" Solomon's eyes were wide as he shook his head, trying to push through the others to get to her. "You're own candle could go out if you-"

Suddenly, a flash of golden light erupted from Beel's candle, just as a single drop from Storm's candle connects with his flame. The others stopped, shielding their eyes from the brightness that threatened to burn their retinas. As the light dimmed, the others gasped again, seeing Beel's candle had seemingly returned to it's normal height. It also appeared to again be burning at the same rate as the others.

Storm smiled fondly, setting her candle back down at it's place between Beel and Lucifer's. She turned to the others, who looked at her in utter shock.

"Wow..." Solomon blinked rapidly. "Now...now that, I didn't expect. I'm not sure how, but Beel's candle looks completely normal now."

"So...I'm going to be okay?" Beel looked to Solomon, who nodded roboticly. The room breathed a collective sigh of relief as their confirmation that Beel would be okay was solidified.

"Storm..." Lucifer pressed a hand to her shoulder. She looked up to him with a smile, seeing a look of deep gratitude in his misty eyes. He opened his mouth to form words, but none came out. All he could do was stare at her, completely dumbfounded as to why she would sacrifice such a bigger chunk of her life essence to someone else.

She jumped in surprise as Beel suddenly enveloped Storm into a giant bear hug. Tears slid down his cheeks, wetting her hair and shoulder as he cried into her neck. She gripped her hands around his muscular back, hugging him tightly.

"I love you, Beel."

The sentiment was muffled back into her neck, causing her to giggle at the tickling sensation it caused. Soon enough, the other brothers joined in on the hug, offering Storm their gratitude for saving their brother. Asmo gestured for Heart to join in the hug as well. Heart then pulled both Sarah and Fern in as well. The only two left on the outside were Vivi and Solomon. Vivi crossed her arms over he chest and looked away with seeming disinterest, but felt an ache in her heart pushing her to join in on the hug.

Satan glanced over to her, smiling. He quickly grabbed her by the fur on her neck and yanked her over, trapping her in a hug between him and Storm's legs. She squirmed at first, but ceased fighting when she saw Storm look down at her with a smile that contained blankets of warmth. She blushed, looking away as she squeezed her leg affectionately.

Solomon watched the group hug, worry growing in his heart at how attached the others seemed to be to Storm. He sighed, pulling out his phone and texting Diavolo, knowing that they would have to explain what had been happening to them all soon.

"And we're back." Solomon grinned as he watched nearly everyone tumble through the portal onto the floor of the HOL Library. The only upright individuals were Storm, Beel, and Lucifer, who went through last. Beel gripped Storm's hand tightly, as if he refused to let go.

"I'm glad we all made it back safe and sound!"

"Can you really call this safe and sound?" Satan groaned, slowly lifting himself off of Levi.

"Hell no, ya can't!" Mammon yelled, throwing his arms up in the air. "Like, what's the deal, huh! I thought when we teleported back home, we'd get turned back to normal!"

"Well, it didn't say that in the rules." Solomon chuckled, watching Mammon grow more angry.

"Ugh, really! How am I supposed to do my makeup and nails like this!?" Asmo whined.

"Well, it's your fault for getting your hopes up." Levi crossed his arms triumphantly. "If you don't expect good things to happen, then it's not a shock when they don't!"

"That's a terrible moral philosophy, Levi." Sarah pouted, picking him up and squeezing him.

"I mean, I think it's funnier if you guys stay like this." Fern smirked, prodding Belphie with their foot. "This way we can use you guys as kickballs!"

"I'll bite your god-damned ankles." Belphie growled, gnashing his teeth at Fern.

"Well, Storm likes the old versions of us better, doncha!?" Mammon crossed his arms confidently.

"I mean, sure...but you are much more huggable now." Storm giggled sweetly, yoinking up Mammon and petting his head.

"Hey! Whattaya think I am!? Some kind of stuffed animal!" Mammon snapped, though his body lost its tension when Storm began rubbing a spot on the back of his neck. "err...a-although...on second thought, I d-dont hate this..."

"If you don't turn me back to normal right now, I'll make every waking hour of your life a never-ending stream of torment and misery." Vivi growled, her adorable purple nose upturned in a snarl.

"Solomon, isn't there anything you can do?" Asmo begged, pulling on the hem of his cape. "Please!"

"Hmmm...considering we just broke into that cave, I really don't want to risk making the reaper even angrier at us..." Solomon tilted his head as he pondered aloud. "...But then again, if you don't change back to your old selves, you won't be able to try any of the Devildom-style Oden I was planning to make for dinner..."

"Erm..." Levi swallowed, rubbing the back of his head. "A-actually, maybe this isn't so bad."

"Y-yeah, like we totally wouldn't want that reaper to be more mad..." Asmo dropped his cape, taking a few steps away.

Solomon perked up, clearly deciding to reverse the curses. "May this vile curse return to the one who conjured it. Turn the heads of time and unwind the wrongdoing that triggered it! I am the magician Solomon, head my command! Let none oppose it, and none escape it!"

A magic circle formed overhead, spinning quickly before a flash of blue light emitted from it. Once the light dimmed, those who had been turned into a little D or sheep had returned to normal.

"I've got hands and feet!" Levi whooped in delight.

"Belphie!" Beel ran toward his twin and picked him up in a tight hug. "Thank goodness!"

"B-Beel! T-too t-tight!" Belphie squeaked as Beel's crushing hug prevented him from being able to breathe.

Grabbing Asmo's hand, Solomon lead the others to the dining room to partake in what he claimed to be the "best meal he'd ever made." The others glanced eachother uncertainly, unsure of how to tell the sorcerer that his food was straight shit on a plate, despite Vivi having used worse words to describe his cooking. As the room cleared, Beel grabbed Storm by the wrist, urging her to stay back for a moment.

"Before Solomon's cooking kills us both, I have something I want to tell you." Beel stated flatly.

Storm chuckled. "Sure, what's up?"

"I wanted to leat you know how much I appreciated what you did." Beel beamed, capturing Storm in a another hug. "If my life candle had burned out, I wouldn't be here...And you gave me some of your life essence, even though you're a human and your life is a lot shorter than ours..."

Storm nodded, rubbing Beel's back as he took a shuddered breath.

"You sacrificed some of yourself for me...and that...that means a lot." Beel smiled, nuzzling into her head. "And we found your candle next to ours, which means your a part of our family."

Storm blushed. "I'm sure it's just a coincidence, but-"

"No, it does. I'm sure of it. It's because of you that my candle returned to normal."

"Yep, I'd have to agree." Beel and Storm turned to see Solomon leaning in the doorway, though he wore a deep frown. "But that's not all. The truth is, there's other phenomena that I suspect are due to your influences as well, Storm."

"Huh?" She blinked, uncertain as to what he was talking about.

Solomon sighed, shaking his head. "Apparently, Diavolo still doesn't feel it's time for you to know, but I see things differently. I think it's imperative that you know."

Storm dropped her arms from around Beel as he released her from the hug. Her heart beat loudly in her ears. "K-know what?"

"Yeah, what are you getting at here, Solomon." Beel took a protective step forward, uncertain of where this conversation was going.

Solomon mirrored Beel's movement, crossing his arms. "Storm, you-"

"OH SHIT!" Sarah's screech from the other room made all three of them jump in surprise.

"Lucifer?! Lucifer!" Asmo screamed out in a panic.

Storm's face to drained in color as she bolted to the other room, pushing hastily past Solomon with Beel right on her tail. They burst into the dining room, seeing everyone gathered around an area on the floor. Asmo knelt next to what appeared to be Lucifer, who was completely unconscious.

"Lucifer! Come on!" He screamed, shaking his shoulders.

"What happened?" Beel gasped kneeling beside Asmo to observe Lucifer's current state.

"No clue..." Vivi crossed her arms uneasily. "He just...collapsed all of a sudden."

Storm froze in place, eyes wide in fear. She kicked herself for letting him convince her he was fine back in the reapers cave. She knew better. He looked awful, and she knew he wasn't okay...and now...

"He didn't even eat any of Solomon's oden yet..." Fern remarked, trying to make a joke to hide their unease at the circumstances befalling the eldest.

"Lucifer! Hey! Stay with us here!" Mammon slapped the eldest across the face, trying to get him to wake up. The others merely stood and watched on in a fearful, uncertain stooper, trying to figure out what the hell even happened, and what they could do. Solomon approached from behind Storm, sighing and shaking his head.

"I knew we should have done something sooner."

Storm snapped her gaze toward him, her blood running cold as the words repeated like an echo in her brain.

"W-what do you mean?"

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