#ang articulates

[nicos-robin]

i always get an awful taste in my mouth when i see people call xyz ship “the ship for straight ppl” or some other combination of being a ship for hets/straight ppl, even if i dont like or care for that ship myself

#i also tend to block ppl who say stuff like that too #I can’t fully articulate why i dislike that and it might be due to how frequently being compared to str8 ppl has been #historically used against bi ppl but like… idk it rubs me the wrong way esp if there’s nothing WRONG with that ship the person just doesn’t #like it like just say you don’t care for that ship and move on #ange rambles #discourse tag

[socialbunny]

having thoughts abt dustin and dirks similarities again on this fine tuesday afternoon

#GOD maybe i can articulate them i just feel like talking. #or maybe i should just make that character page. just for funsies #ALSO. some1 has asked me like months ago but i completely like. forgot and ignored 😭 #abt my ang->daniel lilith->mary sue pipeline thoughts thing #maybe i'll articulste but idk im so bad at talking 😭😭

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Ange I was thinking about your latest Ettore drabble, maybe, canon Ettore would’ve turned out differently if he had met the right person. If he had met someone who is as depraved, desperate for some escape, maybe just as unknowingly craving that genuine human touch, he wouldn’t have hurt someone else, he would’ve had something warm to hold onto in that hellhole he lived.

Hopefully I don’t sound like I’m defending canon Ettore’s action, he is a scumbag. But maybe had two scumbags who are just as desperate to comfort each other through canal pleasure been left alone, they might have had something beautiful, something genuine blooming between them.

Im not joking when I said you’re singlehandedly making Ettore one of my favorite characters, Ewan played a scumbag, and a lot of Ettore fics hammered his predator side through and through, I like your approach to the character in fanon writing exploring the other possibility if he met someone and started connecting with them in the end. I would love to read the “I love you” drabble you teased if you have time and ofc feel like writing it one day.

Sorry this has taken me so long!

Warnings: Implied smut, mild violence, heavy angst, character death, mentions of grief, trauma. Word count: ~2k

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Author's note: No gods, no masters, no tag lists. Only scabs community label fics. If you find yourself tempted to slap a label on this, please block me instead.

Ettore stares after Boyse’s retreating form, a feeling of unease settling into his gut. It’s not a feeling he is accustomed to and he hates it. This would end badly. The sudden spike in adrenaline directly opposes the post-sex haze he was expecting to bask in for a moment, and his jaw clenches in anger, simmering hot and unforgiving beneath his skin.

He considers going after Boyse, silencing her, making sure she doesn’t ruin the only good thing he has to look forward to on this miserable ship. But then he looks down at her, the woman he is currently buried inside of, her eyes large and reflecting the same anxiety he currently feels. His fury slowly dissipates as he is brought back into the moment; her warmth enveloping him, how soft she feels against his body.

“Shit.” She breathes out shakily, pushing him away and straightening up.

A hollowness expands within Ettore’s chest at the sudden loss of contact as he slips out of her. There is something about it that feels so final, it has him longing to press her back up against the wall and keep her there forever.

Slowly, he adjusts his clothing as she does the same to hers. His eyes move between her and the door, unsure of how to handle the situation.

“Fuckfuckfuck.” She murmurs, raking her hands through her hair and starting to pace. “That was so stupid of us.”

“You think she’ll say anything?” He asks, standing perfectly still in spite of the nervousness that rolls in his gut.

“I dunno.” She says with a shrug, chewing absentmindedly at her thumbnail. “Hard to tell.”

“We could stop her…”

She ceases her pacing and looks him in the eye, her tone serious. “You’ll do nothing, not after what you did to Monte. I’ll talk to Boyse. Just go back to work, okay?”

He nods. She has a point, but he hates the lack of control he has over the situation.

As she turns to leave the laundry room, he is struck once more by the overwhelming sensation of finality. He reaches desperately for her, pulling her to him and kissing her fiercely, as though he is trying to breathe the very air from her lungs. He feels her relax into it, moving her lips against his for a few seconds and his grip on her tightens.

She pulls away eventually, breathless and eyebrows raised in surprise. “You trying to get us caught again?”

“No, I just…” The words die in his throat, unable to articulate the fact that he wants nothing more than to live in this moment forever, and he shakes his head. “...doesn’t matter.”

She slips out of his grasp and walks off. He doesn’t turn away until she rounds the corner and is out of sight

He spends the rest of the day on edge. His ears prick up at every sound, his shoulders never fully pulling away from his neck. The ship doesn’t make for the most relaxing environment in the first place, but he’s feeling especially tense. The impending sense that something is going to happen refuses to leave him, but he’s unsure of what to expect.

Perhaps Monte will seek him out, intent on getting him back for his attack earlier? Maybe Dibs will formulate some sort of punishment, having been informed that he’s involved sexually with another member of the crew when it’s strictly forbidden?

When sleep mode is activated later that evening, he anticipates relief washing over him as there is seemingly no fallout to the events earlier that day, instead his mind continues to race.

He passes her in the hallway on the way back to his cell, and raises his eyebrows at her in question. She shakes her head and he sighs in frustration, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her around a corner.

“You’ve not sorted it?” He asks in a whisper.

She sighs. “I couldn’t. Haven’t been able to find Boyse most of the day and whenever I see her she’s not on her own. I’ll try again tomorrow.”

“Fuck.” He tuts, pulling back from her.

“I think it’s best if you don’t come to my bunk tonight.” She tells him. “Can’t risk it.”

He knows it’s for the best, that what she’s saying makes total sense and yet he can’t help the crushing disappointment that settles heavy and unyielding in his chest. When his mind won’t quiet there is nothing that soothes him more than to sink inside of her, and feel the way she shudders and falls apart against him. He needs that now more than ever, yet the riskiness of their current predicament will not allow it.

He quirks his lip, looking away from her and stalks back towards his cell.

Sleep does not come for Ettore that night; he lays flat on his back, eyes fixed on the door to the cell, waiting. For what, he is unsure, but his gut feeling tells him something is wrong and he is powerless to stop it. He is always the hunter, never the hunted, and yet the tables have turned and there is nothing he can do about it. His grip on the blankets beside him turns his knuckles white as he lays there, trapped and frustrated.

He has no idea how long he lays there for, just watching, but at some point the lights on board brighten, signaling the start of another day. He climbs from the bed, raising his arms above his head to lean on the doorframe as he peers out.

The first few members of the crew begin to exit their cells, sullen faced as they head towards the showers. Ettore looks at them impassively as they pass, not really seeing them. His gaze focuses, zeroing in when he sees a familiar head of long, dark hair heading in the opposite direction; Dibs. He suspects where she is headed, and waits a few moments before following.

Lurking around the corner, his suspicions are confirmed as she goes into her cell. He wishes he could hear what they are saying, it’s not common for Dibs to visit any of the crew in their sleeping quarters and seeing this makes his chest feel tight. There’s no way this isn’t related to them being caught together.

He flattens against the wall, as he sees Dibs leave, striding purposefully back towards her lab. He can’t see the expression on her face, but there’s something about the way she carries herself that leaves him longing to punch her. He flexes his fingers to suppress the urge and then heads into the cell that she’s just exited.

She’s pulling on her top when he enters and is clearly startled by the sight of him as her head appears through the neckhole.

“Christ! When did you appear there?” She asks, smoothing the material of the scrubs over her midriff. 

He ignores the questioning, jutting his jin towards the doorway. “What was all that about?”

She sighs, her gaze downcast. “Dibs says I missed my last check up. Wants to see me this morning.”

Bile rises in his throat, his eyes narrow. “You know that’s bullshit, right? Boyse has dropped us in it.”

She nods, looking up at him in resignation. “Yeah. Yeah, I know. But what choice do I have? Gotta take my punishment.”

“Don’t go!” He tells her angrily, his heart feeling as though it will thunder straight out of his chest. “You don’t have to go!”

“The longer I leave it, the worse it’ll be.” She shrugs. “I’ve lashed out at her before and all she did was up my sedatives. Can’t imagine this will be any worse.”

“But what if it is?!” He shouts, feeling his face grow hot as he surges forward to grab her by the upper arms. “What if she hurts you?”

“Then she hurts me.” She fires back, scowling. “You’ve hurt me before, it heals.”

He lets her go, stepping back, but never shifting his focus from her face. “I’m not letting you do this.”

She scoffs. “She’ll drug me up, I’ll come back, I’ll sleep it off. Why are you being so fucking weird about this?”

He speaks before he has time to think, the words leaving him in a burst of exasperation. “Because I love you!”

Freezing when he realises what he’s said, the air hangs heavy between them as she stares at him in shock. Why isn’t she saying anything?!

His fists clench as he feels rejection begin to pierce at him, eager to lash out, until her face softens and she speaks, barely a whisper.

“What did you just say?”

He exhales, not realising he’d been holding his breath and looks away from her. “I just…I don’t want anything to happen to you, alright?”

She cups his face, urging him downward so that she can rest her forehead against his. “I know. I know. I’ll be okay, promise.”

He relaxes in her embrace, eager to keep her with him. He leans in, pressing his lips to hers, disappointed when she pulls back with a playful smile.

“Let me owe you that one.” She says softly. “My guarantee to you that I’ll come back.”

He watches silently as she walks away, in the direction of the lab, dread gnawing at his insides.

Ettore is slamming closed the lid of a washer when Tchemy enters the laundry room. “We’ve been summoned.” He calls out to him.

“What d’you mean?” He asks, turning to face him.

“Dibs needs something put out of the airlock.” Tchemy says with a casual shrug. “It’s me and Mink on maintenance today, but she asked for you specifically. Must be heavy if Mink can’t help me.”

Ettore feels as though all the air has left room, his heart lurches painfully in his chest. He pushes past Tchemy, ignoring the other man’s joking pleas for him to slow down as he storms quickly towards the airlock.

Time draws to a standstill, the blood rushing in his ears when he sees the gurney and the sheet covering the figure that lays upon it. His knees feel like they’ll buckle beneath him, everything sounds far away.

“This is a body…” Tchemy says apprehensively.

Dibs nods solemnly, her expression grim as her mouth presses into a tight line. “She bled out during a routine procedure. Tragic, but unavoidable, these things happen. We have to dispose of her”

Ettore barely comprehends the exchange, his eyes drift downwards to the hand that’s hanging from beneath the sheet. Her hand. The same hand that had cupped his face earlier that day as she’d told him she owed him a kiss. A kiss he’d never get to have, because she’d been taken from him. She was his and they’d taken her away.

His hands tremble, his eyes sting painfully and he swallows thickly, he won’t give Dibs the satisfaction of a reaction. She’d taken enough from him already. He’d been right, why hadn’t he done more to stop her? He’d let her go and now she was being discarded like rubbish.

He bristles with anger as Tchemy claps him on the shoulder, pulling him out of his painful reverie. “Need your help, man.” He says.

Dibs had done this on purpose, she’d wanted him to know, to see, to punish him by having him help dispose of her. His heart shatters when he lifts her, how cold and void of her usual softness she is against him is too much to bear. His mood shifts, becoming darker, angrier, more predatory as they seal the airlock back up. His resolve hardens. Something inside of him has died alongside of her, and he wants to make them pay for what they’ve stolen from him. They’ll all feel every bit of the pain he’s enduring, he’ll make sure of it. And he’ll start with the person who ratted them out in the first place; Boyse.

Post script author's note: I have set the ending of this up for events that lead directly into canon, and we all know how that ends, so this is the end of the road for our star crossed lovers. I am currently accepting requests for Ettore, but no further requests which relate to this series. This instalment is its final part.

#ettore #ettore x reader #high life #ettore smut #ewan mitchell #ettore fan fiction #ettore fanfiction #ettore fan fic #ettore fanfic

[scrivenger-grimgar]

i like viewing the p5 protag as autistic (along with yusuke and futaba), but he specifically has difficulty speaking. he can speak, but he tends to do so in short bursts; thats not the extent of his speaking ability, just the articulated part. the dialogue options chosen ingame are spoken like a neurotypical, but its very short and precise, deliberate, and it takes a lot of his social spoons to do. when with people he's comfortable with (the thieves, chihaya, sojiro, shinya, kaoru, lavenza) his speech changes. its longer sentences than before, but his words are slurred together, he takes out grammatical points to put only the bare minimum, and its very quiet, almost mumbled.

maybe turns into mayb, goodnight becomes nigh, its good to see you becomes 'sgood tsee ye.

even the thieves names change when he says them.

'taba, ryuj, makot, 'usuke, har, ang, mogan, gor, sumre, 'nkich, and 'phia. shaya, s'jiro, shin'aa, kaor, venz.

everyone has a Joker certified slurred name. its a sign of affection! he's comfy with you!

#p5 #p5r #p5s #persona series #persona 5 #persona 5 royal #persona 5 scramble #persona 5 strikers #p5 joker #p5 protagonist #persona 5 protagonist #amamiya ren #ren amiyama #kurusu akira #akira kusuru #autistic joker #persona headcanon #p5 headcanons #grim is thinking

[themetalvirus]

its so funny doing serious (uncompensated) advocacy work ang getting compliments on being so articulate and then coming home and thinking about silver the hedgehog's pokémon team. i feel like im living a double life in the stupidest possible way

#exoticbutterstxt

[starlightandetherealshadows]

Hey wonderful author I’m sorry I didn’t quiet understand the situation that would be if my MC were to romance Z so like would Z not be okay being monogamous or would that only involve V’s route?

(Ofc I don’t hate the entire poly route!! Just wanted to see if my MC will be able to have Z for themselves)

Def not trying to add more angs in the story for V🫡 ||hides evil laughter|| can’t wait to meet everyone.

Hi honeybee! 🦋ꦿ

So I recently decided to lock V and Z's routes together in a poly route, so the two of them are not romanceable monogamously.

However....I'm given it more thought and I've decided to add a variance to the poly route.

V/Z/MC POLY ROUTE UPDATE 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

How do you like your angst? Charred? Raw? Medium-well? Would you like it deep-fried or grilled? Want it on ice? Salt on the rim? Save some room for dessert, of course.

As of now, there will be two ways to initiate the polyamorous relationship between V, Z and MC.

Or, as I've decided to call them, Angst and More Angst.

Angsty Route: As I've described before, you will lock in your romance with V first. MC can pretend you don't know that V is in love with Z, or you can try to bring it up. Either way, V will deny it, and the two of you can commit to a relationship (or something similar) You can be flirtatious with Z the whole time, but since they know you're dating V, Z will "reject" your advances for a while. MC will have to put in the work to get V to accept and admit they have feelings for Zero. After that, the two of you can together go to Zero and initiate the relationship. This is all very simplified, but this is what I have so far for this route (the less messy but still angsty one)

More Angsty Route: You will lock in your romance with V, but you two will not be dating. It will be casual hooking up, or, if your MC is not interested in intimacy, it will be flirtations and maybe some making out. On this route, Zero will accept and reciprocate MC's advances. However, V...V will be angsting watching MC put the moves on Zero. It will cause a strain on V and MC's relationship, as V is jealous that MC can enter their lives and so easily "take" Zero from them. V can't articulate why they're so upset, so it comes out as anger (and they practically bleed pining). On this route, MC can use V's jealousy and their stubbornness to ~gently~ push V into admitting that they're in love with Zero, and the three of you will develop a poly relationship. (Again, this is simplified, but this route is more messy drama and more angst, a bit less healthy than the other one)

All of this is subject to change, as I write and rewrite and reconsider and contemplate.

I hope this change in variation can account for all sorts of MC's!!! I'll let MC have some red flags as a lil treat.

Quick show of hands, if you plan to romance V and Z in the poly, which of these two routes would you choose?

I'm just curious! Okay i won't make this too long, so thank you lovely for letting me ramble and go on a whole separate discussion.

Hope you've had a good start to your week!! ｡･:*˚:✧｡

All my love,

Cheye

#ask: answered #ask: poly

[petite-pumpkin]

Hi!!! Idk if this is strictly your art blog but if you would not kind, could you post the dolls wearing the outfits??! I've only ever seen precure dolls inntheir base outfits and these look so cute!!

https://www.tumblr.com/petite-pumpkin/740967005423845376/a-doodle-of-the-outfits-i-got-for-my-precure-style?source=share

I really love the dolls I wish they wwre easier to get here, they go for way too much :')

Here they are!! They don't have a lot of articulation so I can't do a lot with their poses. But they are just SO cute as they are. Ange's hair is a bit messy because I've brushed it a bit too much I guess 😅

And here are a few clothes I made because I've been always interested in sewing, but I'm not very good at it yet 👉👈

#Dolls #Precure #Precure Style Doll #Lately I've just been in the mood of making tiny clothes!! for dolls!! but it's so hard!!! #But YEAH they are expensive!! I tried to get these second hand but they still were pricey just because of the damn shipping 😭

[hekateinhell]

NSFW prompt: Louis is sucking the tips of Armand's index and ring fingers absent-mindedly.

For the NSFW prompts: Louis/Armand, post-canon, rated M (vampire sex, finger sucking, Armand’s a top—but is he really?)

Armand rarely asks outright for what he wants.

Even in New York, Louis had to rely on his lover's subtle glances—the feel of a cool hand sliding against his and clinging just a bit tighter, a kiss that lingered a fraction of a second longer than usual—to know when something was amiss and required rectifying.

Perhaps Lestat had made a quip that touched on an old wound; it could be that Marius had flown into a temper once more. The possibilities were endless at this circus of a court.

But now they're here, together again, limbs intertwined on the blue satin sheets. Louis's hands on Armand's shoulders, less to brace himself and more so to reassure the other of his presence—to comfort him, as if Armand could not possibly be more aware of him in this moment.

His head buried into the crook of Louis's shoulder, silent except for the soft whimpers and quick breaths that escape him with every forward thrust of his hips into the welcoming body beneath him.

Make no mistake, Armand could be a vocal lover and often was. Yet, whenever he got into this state, he couldn't particularly find the conviction to articulate his need to stake his claim—to remind himself in a language he was fluent in that Louis still loved him, hadn't left him, would always desire him.

"Let me see your face, Armand." Louis keeps his voice as gentle and measured as possible, as though he were an animal tamer speaking to an easily spooked wildcat.

Feels the tremors build in Armand's frame as he shakes his head against his throat and increases his pace; feels his own undoing, his sweet little death, start to build feverishly. Each nerve ending seemingly pulsating and electrified, the passion finally beginning to overtake the more rational side of him.

"Do it for me, mon coeur. I want to see you."

Maybe it's the words themselves—the emphasis on you in the deep, soft-spoken, unassumingly seductive voice that Armand cherishes so much, a voice he'd once done anything for and still would—but it has the intended effect. He yields slightly, allowing his beloved to take him in as he is, in every sense.

Such a gentleman... Too good to me. Too beautiful, too human, too forgiving, much too kind...

The steady and reverent cadence of Armand's telepathic communications almost humorously at odds with the heavy groans spilling out of him now, as though they were being dragged out from the very core of his being. I love you so ... Please don't-

And then it's over, Armand gripping Louis's hands to intertwine their fingers over his dark hair, eyes fluttering shut with the intensity of his orgasm and the subsequent emotional come-down.

Louis isn't far behind, and the last gentle nudge of Armand's hips before he collapses forward onto his chest sends him over the edge. Long limbs locked around Armand's waist, catching the hazy, fragmented thoughts aimlessly projecting his name Louis, Louis, Louis... hearing, feeling the erratic thundering of both their heartbeats as he paints their stomachs with his release.

He's still blinking rather dazedly when Armand slips out with a quiet grunt and rolls over onto his side, an arm draped possessively over Louis's torso while he nestles against his bicep, pressing a soft kiss to the marble-white skin.

"I needed you, and you were there," A hitch to his voice; Armand still not fully recovered. "Merci, my love."

Louis pets his auburn hair, tresses wild as ever and lightly matted with blood sweat. "I'm always here, Armand, aren't I? Simply say the word, mon ange."

Picks up a hand, smaller than his. Momentarily studying the differences between his hand and Armand's; the fingers slighter, shorter, yet no less elegant, glass nails just as hard.

Armand's lips curve into a smile, his breathing slowing enough to signify he's beginning to fall into a lazy mortal sleep. One hand tucked between their bodies, the other coming to rest against Louis's angular jawline, his fingertips grazing at the generous bottom lip.

Mine too, mine too.

"Always," Louis promises, kissing each digit he can reach. Knowing that logically Armand understands this, understands the reality of the situation. Hoping that each one of their trysts now will go some way towards rebuilding his self-esteem and self-confidence back to what it was in Manhattan when it was the two of them and their little family.

Armand smiles again, his exhaustion overtaking him as his body responds to the spoken consolation and physical comfort like a kitten to a blazing fire on a frigid winter's night. My darling philosopher.

The night is still young, with plenty of time to hunt later once Armand has rested properly and is himself once more. Yet, the exertion is also starting to take its toll, manifesting differently in Louis compared to his worn-out mate. His thirst suddenly making itself known, throat aching—if he were any less of the gentleman Armand so often refers to him as, Louis would flip him onto his back this very instant and embed his teeth into that sweet, supple throat. Drink his fill.

Armand would permit him; he would welcome it, delight in it. He enjoys rough from time to time as well, craving what he considers evidence that Louis lusts for him just as much.

A quiet whimper distracts from this reverie, and emerald-green eyes flicker to Armand—awakened and clearly still in an amorous mood, plump lips parted and a light flush rising to his cheeks as he stares at Louis's mouth with the fixation of a hungry panther.

It takes a beat longer than necessary for Louis to realize why—not that that particular look from Armand is anything unusual in and of itself. Still, he had seemed so utterly drained mere minutes ago.

At some point during Armand's slumber and Louis's daydreams, two of the fingertips that had been lingering on Louis's face shifted, slipping past the fullness of his lip and into the wet crevice of his mouth.

Hadn't even realized he'd been suckling on them until he was preparing to speak, the glassy nail of an index finger touching the roof of his mouth; gazing at the fleshy side of Armand's ring finger with his fang.

“Do it,” Armand whispers, a patent command under the guise of a demure sigh. Let me nourish you tonight.

So Louis does, carefully rotating the slim wrist without ever relinquishing the fingers in his mouth; giving them a harsher, more purposeful suck before aligning the soft pad of Armand's index finger with the razor-sharp tip of his fang.

Bon appétit, mon amour.

#i just want y'all to know that when i rbed the thing for prompts it said 'five sentences' LMAO but i do not know the meaning of brevity #so each one has been between 500-1.5k rip #anyway anon i hope you like it ya girl did her best & i'm sorry it took like a month <3 #i'm sorry for depressing y'all yesterday have some sweet smut #armand/louis #prompts

[plnkdemon]

LOVE NEVER WANTED ME, BUT I TOOK IT ANYWAY II

younger brothers x gn!mc in a toxic relationship spoilers for lesson 16 tw/cw: dismissal of emotions (Satan), unspecified but heavily implied sexual crimes (Asmodeus), cults (Asmodeus), implied possibility of sexual assault of MC ([end of] Asmodeus), panic attacks (Beelzebub), lesson 16 events (Beelzebub and Belphegor), emotional abuse and neglect (Belphegor). please let me know if anything is missing.

SATAN

He hates the cause of his birth and the fate that it resigned him to: wrath. That's all he'll ever be deep down inside, or at least, that's what he's convinced himself.

In actuality, he's very good at controlling his sin now that you're with him. It might be the first time he's ever felt anything besides tempered rage but your love has opened a whole new world to him that he's only ever vicariously experienced through his books.

He might lose his temper sometimes, but he’ll never do anything more than snap at you before quickly isolating himself to cool down. He’s even taught himself to communicate with you on what he needs in situations like that, whether it be a hug, to talk it out, or just to leave him be for a while. 

What’s really toxic about Satan is his attitude towards your own anger.

It doesn’t matter the reason or how justified your frustration is. It doesn’t even occur to him that he, of all people, should be the most empathetic towards not being able to swallow down your rage.

Instead, he swiftly and apathetically dismisses you and your feelings. He doesn’t want to talk about it or acknowledge that it exists in the first place. After showing him all these wonderful new feelings and working so hard to distance himself from his wrath, he won’t accept that you have your own anger that can flare up at inconvenient times for him. When he isn’t surrounding himself with books or cats, he’s in the company of the elite and knowledgeable. These are people who find it blasphemous to refer to your soup spoon as just a spoon, so imagine their distaste for you when you reveal any emotion that isn’t carefully groomed and preened to be aesthetically pleasing.

Satan won’t be forgiving or understanding when you aren’t able to maintain an elegant persona because one of his elite friends made a derogatory comment towards your humanity for the fifth time that evening. And he’ll be especially upset if you try to defend yourself, no matter how you articulate it.

Anger is messy, he knows that. He doesn’t want that anymore and, even if it’s dehumanizing, he won’t accept your mess either.

ASMODEUS

A lust demon is more than that. Asmo has feelings and thoughts and desires that aren’t about sex and you’re probably one of the only other beings that has ever acknowledged that the avatar of lust isn’t just the avatar of lust.

But… At the end of the day, can a human really satisfy all of a demon’s desire? Demons don’t have the same morality that humans usually do. The depravity that makes you sick to your stomach when you check social media and see the latest news are the same things that demons do on any given Thursday.

It’s so easy to forget that Asmo’s sin is meant to tempt humans and send them to hell. Lying in his bed and looking up at the beautiful canopy of flowers and vines enchanted to never wilt or fade, you’d never think to worry about the thorns that are so carefully hidden but poisonous all the same. It’s likely that he’ll casually mention beheading someone or driving his own cult to the point of self-massacre, entirely unsuspecting of the chill that creeps up your spine as he continues on without hesitation.

You could say something – to him, or anyone else – but who will understand? His brothers must have done just as terrifying things. You don’t want to think about what Diavolo and Barbatos might have done. Even  Solomon, who is still a human, has a very… colorful past, which is often intertwined with Asmo’s. You definitely can’t talk to Luke about it, he’s just a child after all. Simeon might be the only viable option but… angel’s aren’t very innocent either. You’ve heard the stories and even seen flashbacks from Lilth’s own life of the Celestial War and the bloodshed that their army is capable of.

If this nonchalant information drop affects you enough to not want to stay the night, there’s only so many things that could happen. Asmo has to get rid of this itch burning under his skin that makes his hands wander and his gaze stick to people it shouldn’t.

If he’s stubborn enough, he could stay alone in his room with his vast collection of toys and media. Although, the urge for more – for the disgusting and dirty things that you either physically or morally can’t do – will only grow bigger and bigger and bigger. So when you knock on his door and end up opening it when there’s no response, try to hold back your scream. Him and whoever he’s charmed into his bed aren’t against pulling in a “peeping tom” and locking the door behind you.

BEELZEBUB

Beel is arguably the sweetest and kindest demon in the entire Devildom. He’d so easily pass as another angel if it weren’t for the sin that rules his every moment, waking and unwaking (he’s a professional sleep-eater, it’s honestly impressive). Unlike the others, his sin has nothing to do with why a relationship with him would turn toxic.

Even though he was there to discover your beaten and discarded body that his own twin had tossed over the stairwell, he never… addressed it. Even if you continued to have nightmares for months following the event and felt panicked anytime you were forced in the same room as Belphie, Beel never once held his twin accountable. While he comforted you without complaint or frustration whenever you wanted or needed, it only made it more glaringly obvious how not once did he address the part that Belphie played in your trauma.

The problem was so unavoidable as well, it’s remarkable how he managed to skirt around it. Any nights spent together had to be in your room despite his stockpile of snacks for midnight hunger pains being in his own room. Meals at the table with the rest of his brothers were especially difficult, knowing that if you wanted something passed to you, Beelzebub would see no problem with his twin handing you the salt until your trembling hand entered his line of sight.

No matter how many hours he spent holding your shaking form as you choked down sobs and struggled to catch your breath, Beel is incapable of seeing his brother for what is it: your murderer.

If you ever want to spend time with Beel, it’s inevitable that Belphie will follow along soon after. Weekends away are crossed off the list, because he can’t leave without Belphie and multiple times you were woken in the middle of the night by Belphie sneaking into your bed because Beel was staying with you. And it doesn’t even occur to your partner that he should stand up for you, even if it’s his twin.

At the end of every day, you have to accept that Beelzebub will always prioritize his twin’s comfort over yours, and no matter how unfair and unjustified it is, he’ll never change… not even for you.

BELPHEGOR

Say you get over the whole lying and murdering thing, even though he never actually… apologized. Not to you at least, but you can clearly recall his voice saying, “I’m sorry… Lilith…”

But nevermind that, you forgive him. He’s changed and all that.

The issue comes down to acedia, something that was originally considered a deadly sin before the Middle Ages when the church decided to condense them down to the seven that we know today. Acedia was then merged with sloth – rightly so in my opinion as the only difference is that acedia refers specifically to mental sloth. In other words, apathy.

Belphie isn’t just sleepy, he’s apathetic down to his core. It could probably be traced back to the Celestial War and his fear to feel so much pain and loss again, resulting in him closing off his heart and shutting everyone besides his family out. The only time that his emotions felt worth the effort was his burning hatred for humanity, but anything other than that he’d long since given up on. 

The effort it takes for him to care when he misses a date or falls asleep in the middle of a serious conversation is too much. When it comes down to it, he will never love you as much as you love him – if he truly loves you in the first place. 

If you’re content resigning yourself to being an adoring partner to a person who is incapable of feeling more than a fraction of any emotion, then you’ll be stuck in a repetitive cycle of caring for an almost constantly unconscious manchild. You’ll find his apathy rubbing off on you until leaving him is impossible. The effort to leave what has become so comfortable and known outweighs the freedom you would feel without him, or so it seems.

notes: this is part two of the toxic relationships headcannons (?) i thought up. i definitely don't like these as much as the first part but, it is what it is lol. thanks for reading!

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[plutobutartsy]

HAPPY TEASEAT DAY WOOO!!!

it's the one and only tea talbot's (@teaseat) birthday so everybody is legally obligated to list their favourite teaseat fics :3 here are my top 3 !!

1. somewhere in the crowd there's you

gavin picks up freelancer from the airport and he's all giddy and excited to see them again.

this one is SO CUTE it's actually sickening. freelancer and gavin are so lovesick for each other somebody needs to stop them immediately, caelum makes a small cameo and HELLO GIDDY ROMANTIC GAVIN??? NEED I SAY MORE????

2. Palilalia

freelancer x gavin again kind of but it's not the focus and this one is like super angsty. freelancer is going through it, to put it lightly, and this is their inner monologue. PLEASE check the warnings carefully before reading.

listen i'm not a fan of angst but this was written so beautifully (is that a word?) and i adore it so so much. despite how heartbreaking it is there's also something so comforting about this fic and i can't quite put my finger on what it is. this made me feel so many emotions and i wish i was a writer so i could properly articulate them all. if i had to pick one all time favourite teaseat fic it would be this one which is crazy because, again, i'm not ang angst girlie, so this just shows how amazing tea is.

3. "One black coffee, please"

this is the first part of a 5+1 series where angel works at a coffee shop and leaves david their number.

listen. this one is so silly and funny and adorable and brings me so much joy. the way angel is characterized is almost biblical with how accurate it is. david as well!! i can't put it into words but this is SO ACCURATE. they argue over angel's shitty napkin doodle. amazing. asher is there also for like 3 lines and it's great.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TEA YOU ARE THE BEST I LOVE YOU SM !!!! <3 you're writing makes me so so happy it's always a good day when i get tagged in your fics. you're so fun and cool and great and i'm so happy we're friends!!! <33

#a bit late because i accidentally deleted the draft but!!! #everybody go read teas entire masterlist NOW #tea's orbit #stella's faves #redacted asmr

[danieljbc]

Colossiens 2:16 Que personne donc ne vous juge au sujet du manger ou du boire, ou à propos d'une fête, d'un nouveau mois ou du sabbat:

Colossiens 2:17 tout cela n’était que l'ombre des choses à venir, mais la réalité est en Christ.

Colossiens 2:18 Que personne, par son goût d’une fausse humilité et du culte des anges, ne vous prive de la victoire. Plongé dans ses visions, un tel homme est sans raison enflé d’orgueil sous l’effet de ses pensées tout humaines,

Colossiens 2:19 et il ne s'attache pas à celui qui est la tête. C’est pourtant d’elle que tout le corps, bien nourri et solidement assemblé par ses articulations et ses liens, tire la croissance que Dieu donne.

Colossiens 2:20 Si vous êtes morts avec Christ aux principes élémentaires qui régissent le monde, pourquoi, comme si vous viviez dans le monde, vous soumettez-vous à toutes ces règles:

Colossiens 2:21 «Ne prends pas! Ne goûte pas! Ne touche pas!»?

Colossiens 2:22 Elles ne concernent que des choses destinées à disparaître dès qu’on en fait usage. Il s’agit bien là de commandements et d’enseignements humains!

Colossiens 2:23 Ils ont, en vérité, une apparence de sagesse, car ils indiquent un culte volontaire, de l'humilité et le mépris du corps, mais ils sont sans aucune valeur et ne servent qu'à la satisfaction personnelle.

#Parole de Vie

[ketamie]

as someone who played echo the gay furry visual novel echo. people's interpretations of jenna drive me so insane because often she'll be characterized as bitchy controlling or having a superiority complex very often because she's just the most articulate in the cast and sets extremely rational boundaries for herself. not me learning about misogyny just now or whatever but the insane double standard of characterizing her as such in a story full of insane men with arguably far darker psychological and interpersonal issues and having them be seen as victims of their own circumstances first and foremost. jenna's just a bitch though. like that's literally beyond insane to me. especially because i think even the writers managed to miss the point with her. when flynn said she was in the wrong to leave her abusive family behind it was literally like. that's crazy right. and when she defends against this by framing flynn as insane (warranted) everyone is like wow jenna that was kind of mean. 😐 i'm actually seething right now over this. instead of interpreting her entire character defined by a fear of uncertainty and attempting to recontextualize her experiences in a way that would benefit her the most. which is why her theory of mind is so limited hence why she struggles to interpret anyone as anything different from her. HENCE her fight with carl in his route. she doesn't think she's better than him she literally just doesn't understand that his needs and psychology are different from hers, and this lack of understanding causes her to freak out and lash out. NOT a superiority complex oh my god. which ties into the beautiful irony of her studying to be a psychologist. these stupid furries will see a woman say anything assertive and immediately have their brains shut off like ok i hate her now. insane. BTW her narrative arc mirrors ange's in umineko so nicely i wish the concept of interpreting "truth" and lived experience was more explored in her route instead of having it be the leo is crazy again route. hate

[jupiter3]

how is george’s relationship to the twins individually and together? does he ever feel left out or babied by his family? who does he drift to and take to more out of all his siblings?

i think, in writing this, i realize because they don't really have the words to articulate their growing up, i'm not sure i do. i don't know what words they'd put it in. so take all of this with a grain of salt i guess. but it's my canon so? anyways just stating that going forward for all these messy meta posts

brief mentions of neglect below. ask me to tag further please!

george takes pride in being the youngest of the family. partially because he was too young to really register when the bad stuff started - or really that there was a big shift. he hardly remembers their dad. there isn't really like a before and after moment for him, there just is. normal is henry looking after them. normal is only spending time with their mother when she's taking them to church or berating them.

i don't think he was necessarily babied, though. left out, definitely. flynn's sensitivity positioned him very early on as the 'baby' - it wasn't until he left and came back that ange and henry really doubled down on that, though. they work very hard not to upset him and keep him afloat, whereas george does this some but still thinks to himself like 'hey, that's a grown man, he can take care of himself'. there's a bitterness that stews at seeing all of his sibling's attentions funneled into one person. it doesn't help that he and flynn have the same taste in women, and they typically tend to choose flynn over him.

that being said he does love flynn - it's just that he feels like he can see right through him.

he and angela are extremely close. i kind of think angela and george are actually closer than flynn and angela, but this is due to flynn's time away from the family. they have a very playful relationship, which isn't a side of angela that's often tapped into. he really takes her seriously as an artist and trusts her vision - i think trust is huge for them. even when george fucks up or angela withdraws, they know they can count on each other to be there.

he does feel just a little left out when they're all together, but he and angela have built their own kind of twin language together in flynn's absence. it's flynn that he isn't so in tune with. angela can become a conduit, a translator between them.

i however think he's the closest with henry. them being on the other sides of the twins offers them a different perspective. henry really is like his father. so there's also definitely some stuff george feels like he can't tell henry about because he still feels like a little kid that'll get in trouble, but he thinks henry understands him the most - but he mostly seeks to be understood by those outside of his family.

#nichols tag. #meta tag.

[woreador]

❤ @the-road-from-calvary

god i love it when you’re wry and/or bitchy on main it’s so good for me personally.

oh but articulating what i like best about pestering you is weird because it’s so obvious but also so—hmm. i am like. an almost universal reactant. one way or another, people usually end up moved. it can be inconvenient. dare i say—annoying.

sometimes one would like to devote all of one’s energy to productivity, and the intensity damper accidentally falls off (especially when one is trying to jam a lot of history and social structures into one’s silly little toreador head—which is, of course, designed for a panoramic cotton candy tumbleweed sort of screensaver only). which means that finding someone who is theirself so serenely and substantially and steadily as to be almost inherently unmoved when i’m an undiluted but undirected force of curiosity (or whatever) in their wheelhouse is fucking delightful. which i guess makes you fucking delightful.

(and thank you for tolerating my perching in weird places when i’m reading. and for indulging my ten thousand million questions when you have time. and for generally being much more tolerant of the awkward teenager phase of Kindred that i’m currently in and all of the various ignorances i keep on becoming aware of and trying to rectify than is necessary. i know you’re not my professor, but you should know—you teach some things very well by example.)

((hello sunshine <333 i am so fond of u i am giving you a forehead kiss of fondness at all times in my mind. care bear stare of love and affection right out of my chest kaboom propelling you backwards. ty for your insights and your creativity and your patience!!

and also ang’s view of antonia is very funny to me akdjtjekf))

#it’s mia! mia is delightful. i speak only truths

[f1]

Hamilton expands his support team after split from Cullen | 2023 F1 season

Lewis Hamilton has revealed the changes made to his inner circle after recently separating from long-term physiotherapist Angela Cullen, with two people now sharing the role. Cullen became the Mercedes driver’s physio in 2016 and was frequently seen by Hamilton’s side before their unexpected split in March this year. Hamilton said he is now working with a larger group of people to optimise his physical performance. “I have a slightly different set-up,” he said. “[That] role’s shared between two individuals, the rest of my team is the same. “The set-up that I have right now is a great one with one of the guys Stevo [Stephen Lord, formerly his race team co-ordinator], that’s been with me since my first race at McLaren. Hamilton and Cullen worked together for seven years “He followed me here when I moved from McLaren as my gearbox engineer, and then he’s moved on to several different roles and he’s helping me right now.” Hamilton has three other people supporting him and working on his training programme. However he continues to stay in touch with Cullen. “Ange and I were talking just the other day, we stay in contact quite consistently. As I said before, we’re always going to be in each other’s lives, always looking for the next fun adventure whether it be skydiving or whether it be climbing Mount Everest together at some stage probably, who knows and just continuing to support each other in our journeys.” Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free The seven-times world champion is in the longest win-less streak of his career, having not scored a victory since the 2021 Saudi Arabian Grand Prix. During the run-up to the Miami Grand Prix Hamilton shared a social media post from NBA star Giannis Antetokounmpo, which said: “You work towards a goal. It’s not failure; it’s steps to success”. Hamilton said the post resonated with him as he strives to return Mercedes to winning ways. “I think is it inspiring how he spoke,” Hamilton said. “I would say from my whole career, I’ve seen that viewpoint from certain individuals and I think I could understand the frustration. “All of us are trying to do the best with what we have and we can’t always win. Last race [Baku] I came from 10th and I got back to sixth, that’s not a failure, that’s just the steps in order to get to where you have to be. You have to go through a whole bunch of lessons which can be painful. “But, I thought it was just really great and articulate how he put it, and that’s why I reposted it.” Hamilton is currently fourth in the Formula 1 championship with just one podium finish this season, which he scored in Melbourne. Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free 2023 F1 season Browse all 2023 F1 season articles via RaceFans - Independent Motorsport Coverage https://www.racefans.net/

#F1 #Hamilton expands his support team after split from Cullen | 2023 F1 season #Formula 1

[stelly38]

Out of all the reviews I’ve read, I think this is the one I most agree with.

From tellyvisions.org, by Lacy Baugher

It's not exactly a secret that The CW isn't a network traditionally known for its serious historical dramas. And although its Mary, Queen of Scots-focused series Reign ran for three seasons, its intense love of headbands and colorful prom gown-style court dresses could hardly be called historically accurate. This isn't necessarily a bad thing—and to be fair, I watched every episode of Reign and unironically loved it—but the show is not exactly a prestige period piece. But it does mean something like Leonardo is a strange fit for the network, a relatively straightforward historical drama starring former Poldark leading man Aidan Turner.

Granted, much like Reign, Leonardo plays a bit (okay, a lot) fast and loose with the historical record, making up several notable characters and a murder mystery in the name of entertaining television. However, at its heart, that's what Leonardo is. Look: If you're tuning in, hoping for an earnest high-end drama or character study here, you will be disappointed. The framework of the series requires a particular (read: large) suspension of disbelief to work, as it seems to think its audience is more interested in the twists of the mystery it has just created from whole cloth than any profound truths about the life of man. But, the story is undoubtedly propulsive, with a plot full of poisonings, political machinations, and betrayals. Even if you may not be able to articulate precisely why you're suddenly so invested in this made-up tale, you'll still push play on the next episode.

The show introduces us to Leonardo in two different timelines: One, in which he is a fresh-faced apprentice at the very beginning of his journey to greatness, and another, set sixteen years later, where he is a brooding, grubbily bearded prisoner accused of murdering his muse and BFF Caterina de Cremona (Matilda De Angelis) and is being questioned by an officer of the Podesta known as Stefano Giraldi (Freddie Highmore). The timelines shift back and forth as multiple figures from Leonardo's life appear to be questioned by the police and occasionally make dour or downright weird pronouncements about how the genius valued art above all other things and is unstable enough to kill someone.

Leonardo was Turner's first TV role after he wrapped his five-year run on Poldark, and it's easy to see why he might be drawn to playing a character like this, who is in so many ways the antithesis of Ross's staid, surly demeanor. Turner's Leonardo is equally intense and layered but much more emotionally open, full of awe at the wonder of the world around him, fascination at the people who inhabit it, and utterly determined to achieve greatness. He successfully sells the sequences of manic inspiration and productivity that seem to drive the character, all shot through with the hunger of an outsider who is still desperately searching for the approval his father has long denied him.

In short: Leonardo is an entire mess, but it's part of the reason it's so easy to like this portrayal. From chaos often springs genius, right? Since the real-life Da Vinci famously had no female friends and never married, it's interesting that Leonardo chose to give their version of the artist a weirdly codependent and challenging relationship with a woman. (And a made-up one at that!) It's not to say that Leonardo and Caterina aren't compelling to watch. However, their more-than-friends yet less-than-lovers dynamic means that the truth of their bond remains challenging to pin down throughout and their real motivations hard to identify.

Leonardo is depicted as dangerously ambitious, but Caterina's determination not to return to the life of a serving girl ultimately leads her to make questionable and even reckless choices. Choices that might have landed with more impact and clarity had we been shown any real hint at her backstory (beyond a few dropped references to life on the streets and the story of the terrifying near-death experience that left the scar on her back.)

It's also unfortunate that one of the series' only notable women is a Dead Girl Walking from the opening moments of its first episode. We know from the start that Caterina's death is inevitable; in fact, it is the precipitating event for much of the show's action. That's a shame in and of itself because Caterina is quite charming. Her relationship with Leonardo provides a much-needed humanizing effect on the man who spends most of his screen time rambling about esoteric ideas of truth and beauty. But also because the only other central female character who appears in the four episodes available to screen for critics is Ginevra de' Benci.

Her (honestly gorgeous) portrait remains the only da Vinci painting in the Americas today. (Beatrice D'Este pops up at several points, but she seems to exist in this show only because she also has to die. Her death is famously why Ludovico Sforza became so focused on embellishing the church of Santa Maria delle Grazie, where Da Vinci's The Last Supper will one day reside.) On the plus side, the series' supporting cast is top-notch. James D'Arcy is having the time of his life as Ludovico, the influential Duke of Milan, whose obsession with maintaining control over the city-state and cementing his own legacy leads him to commit terrible acts, even as he commissions stunning art from Leonardo. Highmore may have the most thankless task of the ensemble, forced to conduct a murder investigation that everyone knows from the series' first moments will fail (thanks, history!) However, his presence remains magnetic.

Leonardo is not precisely what one might call the definitive dramatic take on the life of an extraordinary person. Hopefully, HBO swoops in and takes care of that someday. But, to its credit, it's a fun, fast-paced ride that might inspire you to dig further into who this great man was. (And at this point, I need to find out who killed Caterina, so I'm in.)

#leonardo review #aidan turner #period drama