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mad2001-4 · 1 year

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Another Classifications AU, Cain's quite the jerk in this one and Raven is the only adult in the room

Lux was miserable, throughly embarrassed. It wasn't really the pacifier he'd had popped into his mouth, it actually would've soothed him, were it not for Cain's persistent patronizing comments towards the blonde boy. The uncles had been content to disregard the children's classifications at first, explaining that the first few were more protocol than anything and couldn't be anything to truly go off of. This was the first year they truly counted it towards and anything, and of course, Lux just had to have the luck of being deemed a little for the fourth test in a row. He wasn't quite sure what it meant, but if it was this then he wanted to avoid ever getting such a classification again. Cain's taunting was almost making it feel like it was something he should be ashamed of.

He narrowed his eyes at Cain who had insisted he 'sit down and play while uncle got some peace with his reading'. Now, Lux's imagination was never-ending, even now that he looked closer to his teenage years, so the instructions weren't the issue. It was what Cain had provided for him to play with. Baby's toys. Building blocks and a stacking ring, a baby doll with a few accessories, all things he was confident he hadn't seen since he'd turned 200 years or so.

"I don't hear much playing," Cain hummed, glancing over his book at Lux, a sickly sweet smile pulled at his mouth, "is someone fussy?"

Lux's face flushed deeply looking away in utter frustration and embarrassment, what didn't help was somewhere it also provoked a nice, warm feeling, "No! I just don't want to play with these..!" he motioned towards the babyish items.

Cain snorted then barked out a laugh, grinning sarcastically, "Oh why not? Those are for babies, and your classification says your a baby..." he shrugged loosely, "can't say I'm surprised. Those little temper tantrums you throw? Your little fantasy of being a little prince still? All of it screams little child... I had hoped you would outgrow it like the other children... but no. Seems someone just wants his uncles to baby him the rest of his life... and isn't it just precious?" Cain cooed the last part mockingly.

Lux felt tears unwillingly pricking his eyes, "It got it wrong!! I'll be something different next time!" he raged.

"Ohh unlikely, little one," he cooed, "littles are very difficult to change from even after so many years... not that I'd expect someone like you to understand such a grown up matter..." he chuckled mockingly.

Lux felt his face growing hotter and hotter, lip starting to quiver from behind the pacifier at the tone, and the conflicting feelings he felt towards it, "I do understand!! I'm n-notta baby..!" he hiccupped, shoving the tower that the rings were stacked on in his frustration.

Cain tutted, his eyes sparkling with cruel humor, "Those little tears show otherwise. And I do sense a cranky tantrum coming on. Come along, let's get it over with. Afterwards, I'll decide if a timeout or spanking will be more appropriate depending on how bad your little fit gets..." Lux hiccupped again before breaking into a little cry, losing his pacifier in the process which only made him cry harder.

"Ohhh dear, quite the fit already. Look at that, the baby lost his mute button too," Cain sneered delightedly. Caught up in his 'fun', he failed to hear Raven coming in to find a book for himself. Catching the tail-end of everything, Raven rolled his eyes.

"Really? You have nothing better to do than to pick on little kids? You're sure you aren't a little too, Uncle Cain?" he retorted, voice dull though raised as to be heard over Lux's wailing.

Cain's head immediately whipped around narrowing his eyes gently, "I don't believe I asked you, dear. Besides, a bit of teasing never hurt anyone. It may help toughen him up," he defended.

Raven rolled his eyes, "You told us it isn't something we can help."

Cain hummed softly, "Yes, yes. I did. And it isn't. You, my boy, just don't know how to have a little fun. He's going to have to be babied anyways."

While Lux had stopped his full crying at hearing Raven standing up for him some, his lip trembled anew at Cain's persistence, "D-don't wanna be babied..." he hiccupped, though his voice notably was a bit higher, indicating a slip.

Raven ruffled the blonde's hair gently as he passed by to go to a shelf, "You're fine, Lux. Uncle Cain's just being a jerk," he assured, "stand up for me, bud," he instructed getting a book from the shelf and turning to Lux.

Lux sniffled slightly, shuffling to his feet, Cain narrowed his eyes further, "Ah ah ah. Little ones need supervision."

"And I'll babysit," Raven shrugged, "cmon. Let it be known though. You touch my stuff, you're dead," he warned, retrieving the pacifier from the floor, handing it to Lux. The blonde took it with a little sniffle, slipping it back into his mouth. With a little motion, Lux followed after Raven. Cain smirked a bit once alone in the room, snorting.

"Little brats... damn if I'm not proud of one of them," he mumbled focusing back on the book, "though I do hope he foesnt get too accustomed to playing hero because lord knows Lux isn't changing, and neither am I."

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the-seven-deadly-demons · 1 year

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Crimson Fox of Jealousy: Lux

#;; he simply bleeds envy (lux)#;; something to be jealous of (lux aesthetic)

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luxaryllis · 8 months

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hi!! if you're accepting requests rn could you pls write just pure angst of azul with a younger sibling who he was super close to before, but when their parents got divorced they grew distant bc the sibling went to live with their dad instead of with him and his mom. then a few years later sibling ends up attending nrc and azul recognizes them and is excited to talk to them again only to discover that they're not the same as before.

rlly loved your scared younger sibling fics. they gave me chest pains bc of how damn sad they were. keep up the good work :)

Brother Knows Best

Note: OMG!! What is this!? I, Lux, FINALLY finishing something and posting it?! Has a miracle truly happened?!

Anyway, I'll just write the sibling of this one as a year younger than Azul, and the sibling was also be an octopus merfolk. I'm going to mention the reader having interests in some stuff, so please don't get offended if it doesn't apply to you. You can always just replace the traits I put as a trait of yours!

And imma just use Ashengrotto as the family name, cuz idk if Ashengrotto was the last name of Azul's bio father, or step-father, or the maiden name of his mother.

Warning/s: Parents divorcing, Split custody, Angst, Spoilers to Azul's backstory and past, Spoilers to Azul's Ceremonial Robes vignettes, Reader is mentioned to have somewhat similar features to Azul (specific features aren't specified), Tell me if I missed anything

Full post under the cut!

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"Big brother! Why are you crying?" A slightly smaller mer-octopus swam closer with a concerned expression.

Azul, who was hiding in an octopus pot, looked up to his sweet and innocent little sibling. The 7-year-old boy's eyes soften, and Azul knew that it was only a matter of time before his baby sibling, [Name], would go through all the bullying and teasing as well.

But Azul didn't want that. He wanted [Name]'s cute smile to last forever. He wanted [Name] to not have to see and experience the horrors of simply being themself. He wanted to protect [Name] from everything and everyone who dared hurt them.

Azul's heart squeezed in his chest as he realizes that he can't. He can't protect [Name]. Azul couldn't even protect himself! He truly was... a weak, dumb, slow little octopus...

Tormented by his thoughts, Azul continued sobbing, hiding further into the octopus pot, hiding his chubby face from his little sibling.

"Don't look at me!!" Azul cries out, accidentally spitting out ink from his tentacles, staining the waters around them. The mess caused Azul to cry even more, the ugly black liquids reminding him of what the other kids told him.

[Name] frowns softly, they didn't know why their big brother was upset. The younger mer-octopus moves closer to the octo-pot, trying to coax their older brother to come out.

"Zul-ie.. what's wrong? I don't like seeing you sad..."

Upon receiving no response, the younger child purses their lips in a pout.

"Come onnn...! Mom and dad made dinner! They made fried chicken! Your favorite!!"

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"Big brother!! Look, look! Wanna hear this song I learned on the piano?!"

Piano keys played a gorgeous melody under [Name]'s fingers, and Azul watched with wide eyes full of wonder and pride. Azul felt a small sense of envy in him, but he couldn't find it in himself to acknowledge the jealousy, because Azul was too proud of his younger sibling to do that.

And yet...

As [Name] learned more and more, Azul couldn't help but feel... left behind.

As though [Name] doesn't need him anymore.

But... but that isn't true right? [Name] needs Azul... right...?

As days and years pass by, nagging feelings of envy and worthlessness bubble up in Azul as he watches his sibling shine.

'I should be proud of them,' he thinks to himself as his mind wanders while he was studying.

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'Mom and dad don't love each other anymore...'

Those were the thoughts in the two siblings' heads while they listened to their parents argue for what felt like the umpteenth time. And today, it seemed as though everyone in the house had finally had enough of the screams and shouts.

Around a month or so later, the Ashengrotto family were in court, for a divorce trial. It was a somewhat long process, but the judge's words hit the two children like a truck.

"Mrs. Ashengrotto is to be given custody over Azul Ashengrotto. Whilst Mr. Ashengrotto is to be given custody over [Name] Ashengrotto."

When the Ashengrotto family split up, Azul and [Name] were desperately trying to stay together. It went to the point that their parents had to pull the crying siblings apart because [Name] and their father had to leave.

"Big brother!!! NO!!"

"[Name]!!! Don't leave me please!!"

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"DON'T LEAVE ME!!"

Azul wakes up with a start, sitting up from the bed with wide eyes and heavy breathing. His hair was frazzled in a bedhead, and he quickly looks around.

The Octavinelle Dorm Leader recognizes his dorm room, and breathes a sigh. Not one of relief, but one of exhaustion. Azul reaches to his bedside table and takes his glasses, putting them on as he checks the clock. 5 am.

Next to the clock, Azul sees the small picture he placed. A family picture of him, his mother, his father, and his younger sibling. It was taken before his parents had divorced. When they were all happy...

Azul stares at his younger sibling in the picture, yearning to see them again. He reaches out a bit, but stops himself and shakes his head. 'Now is not the time', he thinks to himself. He shakily stands up and starts getting ready for the welcoming ceremony of the new first years of NRC.

Azul leaves the room and passes by Jade and Floyd's shared room. The house-warden could hear Floyd's complaining through the door and he sighs, knocking on the door and speaking.

"Floyd, would you stop complaining? Jade and I have to get ready for the Welcoming Ceremony, and you and the others have to start preparing for the welcome party for our new first years."

Almost immediately, Floyd replies with a slight whiney tone. "Says the person who wasn't wrung out like a rag for some lotion! I can barely walk!!" Azul could almost hear the pout in Floyd's voice and sighs in exasperation, listening to Jade trying to calm his brother down.

Deciding to leave the twin eels alone, Azul starts to walk away and head to the Lounge to make sure the preparations are going smoothly. As he walked, his mind can't help but wander to thoughts like if he and his own younger sibling would have a similar dynamic to Jade and Floyd. Hm, or would their dynamic be more like Idia's and Ortho's? Likely not, perhaps.

These thoughts weighed in Azul's mind, and he feels himself shaking his head, trying to rid himself of those thoughts. He hasn't seen his younger sibling for a long time; but Azul certainly hopes that [Name] didn't have such a drastic change like he did.

For some reason, Azul couldn't bear the thought of his previously happy-go-lucky and outgoing [Name] to be anything else other than such a happy mer-octopus. It was wishful thinking, but what kind of older brother would he be if he didn't wish only the best for his younger sibling?

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When the time came for the Welcoming Ceremony to begin, the Housewardens (exceot for Malleus Draconia, who likely didn't receive the invitation, Azul thinks) were all lined in a circle surrounding the mirror, waiting for students to be sorted into their own dorms.

As each student was being sorted to their dorms, Azul takes the time to look at each student that seemed to catch his attention. None seemed very relevant thus far, maybe a few people he could exploit here and there.

"Next student!"

A student dressed in the NRC Ceremonial Robes stepped out of the crowd of the unsorted first-years. Their hood was on and casting a shadow down their face as they walked towards the mirror.

"State thy name." The mirror said when the student stepped up.

Suddenly, the student spoke a name that ran a shiver down Azul's spine. A name that Azul never thought he would hear no matter how much he wished to hear.

"[Name] Ashengrotto."

Jade raised an eyebrow and turned to Azul curiously, and some other students who recognized the last name also snuck some glances to the Octavinelle Dormleader. Azul could vaguely hear Idia's voice through the floating tablet, saying things like, 'Plot twist?!', but he paid no heed to it.

Azul's eyes were wide, and his mouth was lightly agape in surprise. His younger sibling... studying in NRC?!?

Questions ran through Azul's head in that moment. How is his younger sibling doing? Do they still like to play the piano? Or perhaps they still continued collecting those sea shells? Did [Name] still want to be a singer when they grew up? Do they still enjoy chasing their tentacles like a dog liked chasing its tail? Do they still have that same smile they always did; the one that brightened any room they were in and made their eyes glimmer like the stars land-folk liked to gaze at?

The Dark Mirror spoke again, "The shape of they soul is..."

Azul was beside himself with worry and anticipation. What dorm would his younger sibling be sorted into?

'Octavinelle, Octavinelle, Octavinelle', Azul chanted in his head, hoping for the Dark Mirror to sort [Name] in the dorm he was in.

"... Octavinelle!"

It took almost everything in Azul not to let out a sigh of relief, but he was celebrating in his mind. Suddenly remembering that he was the Dorm Leader of Octavinelle, he stepped up and made himself known to his beloved younger sibling.

Azul mustered up an amicable smile (and those who knew him were rather surprised at how genuine Azul's smile looked), and spoke. "Welcome to Octavinelle, right this way please."

[Name], not having realized who the person underneathe the hood was, nodded and walked to the crowd of Octavinelle students, waiting for the Welcoming Ceremony to be over.

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After a rather tiring Welcoming Ceremony, with an entire fire getting started by a racoon-cat-monster named Grim, all the students (save for that one student who couldn't get sorted to a dorm) were allowed to leave and go back to their respective dorms.

The Octavinelle first-years were granted a delicious meal and celebration, and were all briefed on their duties in the Mostro Lounge. The entire time, Azul kept sneaking glances at [Name], which wasn't really left unnoticed by the twins or by [Name] themself.

Azul eventually mustered up the courage to approach his younger sibling and struck up a conversation.

"[Name], it's very nice to see you..! I'm Azul, remember? Your older brother?" Azul's voice was one of slight anxiety, did [Name] eveb remember him? It has been a while since they last even heard from each other..

[Name] turns to look at Azul and nods a bit, smiling a little. "Ah, right. It's so nice to see you again, Zulie."

Being referred to his favorite childhood nickname made Azul smile softly, but he couldn't shake off the surprise at seeing the change of demeanor in [Name]. Back when they were younger, [Name] was much more outgoing and enthusiastic compared to this [Name], who seemed to want to curl up in a ball when someone else tried making conversation with them.

Not even their smile fully reached their eyes anymore. Just what had happened to his beloved younger sibling in the time he was gone?

Internally hoping that his younger sibling hadn't changed too much, Azul tried to continue the conversation. "Ah, do you.. still play the piano?"

[Name] shook their head and smiled a little sheepishly in reply. "Oh, no I don't anymore. Atleast, not as often as before. I still play it occasionally, but I don't exactly find it as fun now."

"What about collecting sea shells? Surely, you still find that enjoyable?"

"Dad and I lived in a more colder part of the ocean, and there weren't a lot of sea shells to collect. So, no, not really."

"Ahh, I see... what do you like doing nowadays, then, [Name]?"

"Oh, well..." [Name] then proceeds to tell their older brother of their interests; though most (if not all) the things the younger Ashengrotto listed were things Azul weren't very interested in.

Regardless, Azul nods in understanding, trying not to mind how much his sibling had changed.

The next few weeks after that, Azul had found it hard to approach [Name]. Why? Well, maybe it was because of the fact that his younger sibling had grown rather attached to the Ramshackle prefect and a certain trouble-making trio (Ace, Deuce, and Grim).

Azul had enough of it, seeing his younger sibling get roped into trouble from their group of friends. When [Name] had came back to the dorm with the Heartslabyul's dorm leader's collar on them, Azul had to pull his younger sibling aside to talk.

"[Name], may I ask exactly why you have Riddle's collar on you? What did your friends bring you into this time?" Azul asked [Name] as they spoke in Azul's office. Azul was looking at his beloved younger sibling with furrowed brows and a scrutinizing expression.

[Name] replied, "It's a.. long story, big brother. Yuu, Ace, Deuce, Grim, and I were at Heartslabyul's Unbirthday Party. Dorm Leader Rosehearts got mad at us and collared us and kicked us out of the party because a rule was broken.."

Azul sighs in disappointment and exasperation. He can't believe his younger sibling associated themself with such troublemakers.

"[Name], honestly, why do you even hang out with such people?! They're getting you into trouble!"

[Name] tries to defend themself, "They don't mean to! And I can't just stand by and watch as my friends suffer on their own!"

Azul starts to get a little frustrated. Can't they see, those group of 'friends' as [Name] calls them are terrible influences. It's only a matter of time before they start using [Name] for their own benefit, Azul is sure about that. After all, [Name] has always been rather straightforward in the way that they won't hesitate to help (such values were strange to see in a school like Night Raven College). And Azul knew what happened to people like that; they get exploited, wrung out like a rag, draining them out until there's nothing left to give.

If [Name]'s friends were anything like the other students of NRC (like how Azul would treat his 'clients'), it would be so, so much worse for [Name]. Oh, Azul could practically see it now; it'll start small, like helping out with homework or lending some money. Eventually, it'll be like his younger sibling got the life and kindness sucked out of them, leaving them burnt out like a poor, unfortunate soul!

And Azul can't and won't let his beloved younger sibling go through that. He won't let [Name] fall from grace so terribly like the people who've broken their end of the deal with him.

And that is what Azul tells [Name] (leaving out the parts that paint Azul as the scheming businessman he is, of course) in an effort and attempt to dissuade his sibling from staying friends with their troublemaking friends.

"Don't you see, my dear sibling? They're only using you and their troublemaking schemes would run your student record through the mud. They're getting you involved in so much drama and troubles, and as your older brother, I'd hate for you to be surrounded by such terrible influences," Azul says.

[Name] frowns a bit. Azul worded it as though they hadn't done anything wrong, which wasn't all that far from the truth, though. However, [Name] also knew that Azul was thinking that they were being dragged against their will to help out, which they weren't.

"Big brother... I'm helping out willingly, because I want to. Besides, they're my friends. Didn't the Sea Witch always help other people? We're Octavinelle students, we must always follow the Sea Witch's values."

[Name] replies. The facts about Octavinelle and the Sea Witch were things that the younger Ashengrotto used to try convincing Azul to let them go.

Azul clicks his tongue, his eyes narrowing as he pushes up his glasses that were starting to fall a bit. "Then perhaps you should try getting better, more behaved friends instead of the ones you have right now. What happened to the well-behaved [Name] I used to know?" Azul mutters under his breath, but [Name] could still hear Azul's words.

[Name] frowns at the last question. "What 'happened' is that life happened, Azul. Not everyone stays the same! I've changed!!"

Azul, however, has difficulty getting behind the thought, shaking his head in denial, "Then change back!! [Name], I want the old you! The one who'd listen and trust me without a second thought! The one who was dependent on me! The one who actually made me feel special!!"

That was the last straw for [Name]. They have grown tired of their older brother trying to keep them the same as they used to when they were a child. Can't Azul just let go of the past? "Well that [Name] is gone!! I'm independent now, Azul! I'm not a child! Stop treating me like one!"

[Name] shouts in a burst of anger, before their eyes widen, not having expected themself to actually blow up like that. Not necessarily regretting it, though, the young Ashengrotto quickly turns away and leaves Azul's office, ignoring their older brother's shouts for them to come back.

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Azul breathes heavily as he falls to his knees, watching as his younger sibling walks away from him, closing the door behind them. The sight can't help but remind Azul of the time when he and [Name] were separated; just this time, [Name] was being pulled away by their 'friends' instead of their father.

Azul can't believe this!! Did [Name] really just walk away from him?! After everything Azul did in hopes of having his dearest sibling back?! How dare they!

How dare they change! How dare they change so much to the point Azul barely recognizes them! How dare they move on from the past so quickly, as if it didn't bother them! And how dare they even think of choosing their friends over him!

How dare they make him cry! How dare they say words that hurt far more than when those pesky merfolk would bully him!! How dare they leave him there, with tears falling down his eyes and with a heart aching for family!

How dare they, how dare they, how dare they!!

Azul takes a deep breath of resolution, his eyes narrowing behind the glint of his glasses. Never mind, then. He'll show them, he just knows it.

Azul calls the Leech twins over to the office, preparing to make a plan for the upcoming exam season, a list of specific names he wants them to target.

He'll show [Name]. He'll show them that he's right. That big brother knows best.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst platonic #twst sibling reader #twst angst #azul ashengrotto

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eaumerta · 4 months

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Back from the grave

Bonjour bonsoir à vous tous et toutes. En ce lundi (assez froid, je ne sais pas pour vous) je tenais à vous souhaiter une bonne année 2024. 💫 Je fais ce post afin d'écrire un peu à cœur ouvert, n'ayant plus et ne souhaitant plus être sur discord, il parlera sûrement aux partenaires que j'ai pu avoir avant la nouvelle année et que j'ai "lâchement" abandonnée du jour au lendemain sans un mot. Sachez que cela n'était pas voulu, je me bats avec de lourds démons (bien que cela n'excuse en RIEN mon comportement) depuis que je suis ado et les fêtes de fin d'années n'ont pas été de tout repos pour moi, bien au contraire. Certain(e)s connaissent déjà mon irrégularité globale, Sans rentrer dans trop de détails, une pause de la vie rpgique, voir même de ma vie irl, et du monde d'internet globalement m'a été imposée, pour mon bien. Je ne dirais pas que je vais à 100% mieux, mais je suis vivante et c'est le plus important. Ce message et donc pour m'excuser avant toute chose, sincèrement, j'aurais terriblement voulu vous prévenir, vous tenir au courant. Mais je n'ai pas eu ce luxe. Je ne bosse plus, je suis au ralenti, le temps d'aller mieux. Mon envie d'écrire est plus que présente, je bouillonne d'une rare envie de partager des écrits avec vous tous et toutes. Mais je ne sais pas, plus, où aller. Je ne veux pas imposer ma présence qui pourrait peut-être, être malaisante pour certain(e)s et je ne souhaite m'imposer nul part. De ce fait, si vous connaissez des forums (je recherche un peu de tout, du sombre city au surnaturel.) n'hésitez pas à balancer vos adresses, en commentaires ou par mp ici, je vous serais éternellement reconnaissante. Cependant dû à ma présence qui sera peut-être aléatoire et à mon inconsistance globale, je ne souhaite pas prendre de pré-lien ou de scénario, pour ne plus décevoir personne. Je m'excuse une nouvelle fois, autant pour ce message probablement brouillon, qu'envers les personnes que j'ai pu blesser sans même m'en apercevoir. Je regrette et culpabilise encore beaucoup, et vous êtes plus qu'en droit de ne pas m'accorder votre pardon, je le comprendrais. Il y aura aussi un changement de pseudo, chandelyer devenant Rage. Pour la rage de vivre, pour la rage de ne plus me laisser abattre, pour me battre.

Merci à vous pour la lecture de ce message, votre pardon, et peut-être votre aide.

#blabla rpg #je ne sais quoi tag malheureusement

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lux-envy · 4 months

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Thank you for this yummy surprise <3

#lux-envy #hot #sexy #lingerie #envy #cute #lux #slap my ass #bdsmkink #amazon #amazon wishlist

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alexakolb · 5 months

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THERE WILL BE HATERS, DOUBTERS, NON-BELIEVERS, AND THEN THERE WILL BE YOU, PROVING THEM WRONG. HAPPY NEW MONTH❤️

#lux envy #naruto #nutrition #wise gentleman #nyc

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lebuc · 5 months

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if peace has a palette

* if peace has a palette not just above & beyond various cloud types & shapes projected on a reassuring blue sky;

it behooves us to look from time to time beholding the majestic backdrop with the soul relief it occasions

& then transfer that gaze to our earthly environ, finding ourselves immersed

& let the backgrounds we see remind us of our place in life's scheme:

enmeshed though untethered.

still privileged to be free enough from basic Maslovian needs,

so some measure of luxe is no mere wish even amidst the efforts of some to diminish our prospects

threatening to make lack endemic should we not pledge our undying fealty.

shades of blue-violet bruises live 'longside bright yellow sunflowers in any given meadow;

as blood-orange sunsets shade amber the green fields over which it beams

onto the envy & avarice over like-colored currency, many places.

all within which we're charged to make plain & pronounced an enduring peace

permeating our promenade over this precious, precious palette

in brushed stokes of benevolence covering as many as possible

by life's creatives who wholeheartedly reject the artless artifice of war. * 11/23 - lebuc - if peace had a palette

#poetry #poets on tumblr #creative writing #free verse #spilled ink #twc #writerscreed #poetryriot #alt lit #lit #if peace had a palette

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yeeehwa · 10 months

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One Step at a Time {Prologue}

Idol!Hongjoong x fem!reader

wc: 898

summary: you always let your work speak for you, never taking the spotlight, or even let people know your name. everything changes once the comfort of anonymity gets pulled from you.

warnings: not edited

a/n: so instead of doing a full ot8 fic, which to me, became slightly overwhelming and constantly changing, I decided to write individual fics (maybe with some pairings 👀). this is the first installment of my first idea and I throughly enjoy this idea.

Chapter 1

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You normally don’t attend these kinds of events. The ones where celebrities flaunt themselves in front of cameras and pose, accepting awards for things that are essentially meaningless in the grand scheme of the world. It’s not like you could talk though. You were the one who dressed them.

Extravagant gowns and luxurious suits, all custom made to each person's boring specifications. Glitter, sparkle, shine, mute. It was all the same, but that’s what sold. That’s what made your brand a household name.

You sighed as you stood on the side lines, watching your latest creation walk down the red carpet. A deep red that almost matched the carpet, something that you had heavily advised against, with a halter top. The skirt of the dress was the most exciting part of it, and yet you still found it basic. A long slit that reached the upper thigh and a train that dragged a little behind the model. Granted, it was almost scandalous for Korean standards, but being from a country where people actually care about creativity in their clothing, it was bland.

You tsk’d as you saw it. The actress, whose name you've long forgotten, beamed at the cameras, and she did look stunning, so you couldn’t be too upset.

Dispatch went wild over her, talking over themselves to get her attention. Reporters shoving microphones in her face, and she smiled graciously at all of them. You envied her for that. You always hated the spotlight.

“Soomin!” Ah. So that was her name. “Soomin!” One male reporter's voice was heard over the rest. “Who are you wearing tonight?” He asked, the little handheld microphone shoved almost in her mouth when she turned towards him.

Her smile grew as she locked eyes with you over the shoulder of the reporter. “Oh! I’m wearing a custom Luxe design!” She beamed at the chorus of “oohs” and “aahs” came from the reporters.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, her eyes watching your every move. A smirk crossed her features. “Actually. I believe that’s their founder over there.” She slowly leaned forward and pointed in your direction, the reporters and cameramen’s eyes following where she pointed. Your face drained of color as you were immediately rushed by a mob of people.

Countless flashing of camera lights, many people yelling their questions at you, you saw the actress smirk at you, and turn in her heel, flicking her hair over her shoulder, almost in a show of dominance. She got lost in the crowd and you lost sight of her.

“What inspiration did you get for designing Soomins dress?”

“Are you really the creator of Luxe?”

“Why haven’t you shown your face to the public before?”

You blinked at the voices as the onslaught of questions came. The cameras flashing nonstop as your quiet observation spot in the shadows became too crowded and too frenzied as mics, people and cameras came at you from every angle.

You froze, eyes widening as it dawned on you just what Ji Soomin had done. She broke her contract. She exposed you.

Your eyes quickly scanned the area around you, looking for a way out, when a flash of bright red hair and a yellow blazer caught your eye. “If you excuse me,” you said as politely as you could, slipping into the crowd of people, immediately blending in with them with your black on black attire.

Your assistant fell into step next to you as soon as she saw you, a frown on her face. It didn’t stop her from commenting. “Soomin made a bold move.” She focused on her iPad for a moment, swiping a few things and poking others with her pen. “Should I backlist her?”

You entered an empty hallway, grabbed Haewon, and pulled her into the corner behind the doors you just entered. “Ow” she complained, rubbing the area you had grabbed her.

You sucked in a deep breath, thumb and pointer finger going to the bridge of your nose as you calmed down from your inner panic. “Blacklisting her will do nothing but cause more drama and have Dispatch at our doorstep more than they’re about to be. It’s not worth it. All Soomin is a petty child who won’t let the grudge she has for me die because her ex wanted me to dress him.” You shrugged, shoving your hands into your slacks. “I’m not risking my reputation over a childish dispute. Even if she did break the contract.”

Haewon sighed in disappointment. “You’re no fun.” She pouted.

You rolled your eyes at her. “I’m a professional, not a child.” You tsk’d at her, pushing yourself off of the wall and heading to a small pair of double doors at the end of the hallway.

Haewon struggled to keep up, her heels clacking down the hallway as she sped to keep step with you. “Where are you going?” She sounded a little out of breath, which made you smile fondly at her.

“Out.” You reached your destination, a door you pushed open, once again revealing the crisp spring air. You walked out, not even bothering to look over your shoulder. “I have a feeling a storm is coming.”

A small squeak and the sounds of small, rushed footsteps made you chuckle as you walked into the city of Incheon. Away from the celebrities and back into your comfort of anonymity.

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canon-vi · 6 months

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I'm addicted to character creation—

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Name: Ayame

Age: 18-19

Height: 158

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• during the time when Error abandoned the children, she literally slept peacefully in her bed at home

• writer who is studying to become a pathologist

• she likes her appearance, but she is also sad that she resembles Error

• after Drop was born, Ayame began to have less complexes about her eyes

• went to medical school to better understand human anatomy and better describe actions

• at the age of 16 she became addicted to alcohol, but knows how to control herself

• the name was chosen by Dana ( Ink )

• anatomy jokes have entered the chat

• on Pallete's side

• favorite flowers - Irises

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Ayame's attitude towards others:

Dream:

Oh, I don’t even know, to be honest, he’s so-so as a father...

Ink:

My mom says that I am a very beautiful girl, who am I not to believe my own mother? I love her

Error:

It was a long time ago, I hardly remember it, except for blurry outlines

Hope:

This miss is very sweet and kind, but she is also strong, truly the kind of woman you should strive to become

Lux:

Oh, Lux is also very beautiful, I think she could be a model, but I'm worried about her attitude towards Pallet, why is she acting like this? They are no longer children...

Pallete:

Oh, my little brother got the best genes from mom and Dream, he really is a handsome guy

Drop:

Sister? She cries so often and it bothers me that she loves Merciless... Well, in any case, her offenders will end up on my table!

Nightmare:

I don't want to talk about him..

Killer:

...

Crescent:

I don’t mind that he serves in the temple, but I think that I will only visit the temple NOT during his work shift, haha..

Merciless:

I don't understand why Lux and Drop love him, I will still be wary of him and try to keep Drop away from him...

Cross:

A good baker, somewhat similar to Lux... By the way, what did Dream’s parents look like?

Goth:

Our communication is maintained thanks to Pallet and Drop, I sometimes envy her and her family, everything is peaceful and calm with them

BONUS:

Callisto:

Oh, Callisto... Well... He deservedly hates Dream.. He looks quite menacing, I'm sometimes afraid of him..

Taisiya:

She looks so cute when she comes home with her nest on her head, ahah

Artemis:

Pallete loves her, she seems kind.. But I still can’t relax in her company...

Kira:

She... A strong woman... So strong that she can push Callisto out of the church single-handedly, I'm afraid of her...

Sunshine:

She is very brave and sometimes thinks first and then acts, I think she needs someone who could stop her if something happens

Vivi:

Oh, I remember how hyperactive she was as a child, apparently all her strength was spent in childhood, ahah

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E. L. A. by our pretty @anotherrosesthatfell

E. L. A. Kitty by @abloomingsunflower / @itzcherrybonbon

E. L. A. Sun by @il1ketulipz

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michaelluiscostello · 8 days

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Lucifer Morningstar x Male Reader

The bass was a physical force, vibrating in his chest. Strobe lights painted the crowd in fractured bursts of neon, blurring faces into a pulsing, anonymous mass. A male sat alone, perched on the edge of a velvet booth, a half-empty beer sweating its condensation onto the sticky table. The nightclub wasn't his scene, not anymore. He used to revel in the chaos, the shared energy a drug he chased until dawn. Now, it felt like a foreign language, the laughter too shrill, the music a relentless assault.

He nursed his drink, watching the parade of smiles flicker past. Couples swayed close, limbs entangled, oblivious to the world. Groups huddled, jokes erupting in bursts of laughter. A lone woman danced like nobody was watching, eyes closed, lost in the rhythm. A pang of envy shot through him, followed by a dull ache of loneliness.

He wasn't supposed to be here. Tonight was supposed to be with them, celebrating a closed case that broight him nothing but pain. The reservation at the quiet Italian place, the whispered jokes - all replaced by this sensory overload. Instead, he sat alone, their absence a palpable weight in the booth.

He pulled out his phone, the screen filled with missed calls and texts. Many from his coworkers asking where he was and why he hadn't shown up. He scrolled through, each text, trying to ignore the constant incoming calls. He turned his phone off, shoving it into his coat pocket before taking a long swig of his beer.

Unbeknownst to the male, a figure was watching him from the bar, eyeing him up and down as if trying to analyze his every movement. The figure let out a low hum, their fingers tapping against the bar counter top in a slow methodical rhythm. A wave of curiosity overtook them as they continued to stare, completely ignoring the desperate women trying to talk, or the constantly changing music and lights.

The figure stood, their hands reaching up to dust off their sleek black suit as they walked through the crowd and towards the booth. A devilish smirk adorned their sharp features as the sat opposite of the male, clearly catching him by surprise.

Raising a eyebrow, the male went to speak but was quickly shushed by a question. "Tell me, what is it you desire?" The voice was smooth with a clear British accent. It'd caught the man off guard, his contorting into one of confusion as he stumbled over his words. "Excuse me?" He stammered.

The figure chuckled, once again asking the same question and once again getting the same response. "Heh well then, I'm Lucifer Morningstar owner of LUX." Lucifer offered a kind smile, quickly realizing his charm wasn't going to work, the same way it didn't work on detective Decker.

Both men sat in an uncomfortable silence, neither saying anything until the other male spoke. "Lucifer as is the one who follows detective Decker around like a lost puppy?" He chuckled, his tone joking and somewhat playful.

It'd hit Lucifer, this man was a new detective at the precinct, someone he'd only crossed paths with a handful of times in the past. He looked different, he didn't seem as bright and hopeful as Lucifer remembered him being. "And you're the new detective." The other male only nodded as he chugged the last bit of beer in his bottle.

"Yeah, that's me." He whispered. Lucifer could hear the change in tone, hear how it seemed to hurt to say it.

Lucifer cleared his throat, running a hand through his jet black hair before standing. "Can I offer a drink? Perhaps in my penthouse?" It didn't take much convincing for the other to agree to what Lucifer had asked, something that surprised the devil considering he thought it'd be much harder.

The two made their way through the crowd and into the elevator, both standing beside one another as the doors closed and the music faded away.

Lucifer stepped into his penthouse once the elevator doors had opened, the male following close behind him. "Nice place." He mumbled, Lucifer only humming in response as he walked towards his home bar.

The devil pulled out a bottle of wine, a bottle of tempranillo he'd been gifted not long ago. He poured two glasses and handed one to the new detective who gladly accepted. "So, detective shouldn't you be celebrating?" Lucifer leaned against the counter, his eyes fixated on the detective in front of him.

"I'd rather be drowning in alcohol then celebrate a pity promotion." The was an air of sadness to the males voice, one that left Lucifer wanting to pry despite the feeling he shouldn't.

As the moments past, Lucifer ushered the detective to his couch a glint of curiosity in his eyes. He cleared his throat, setting his drink on the glass coffee table before turning his attention towards the other male who'd already done the same the moment they sat down. "I maybe the devil darling, but I still care when people hurt," Lucifer hummed. "What's the matter?"

It was as if those simple yet thoughtful words flipped a switch inside the detective, his once cold demeanor suddenly shattering into a million pieces. His eyes held emotions only he could understand. "You ever feel like people only care because of who those close to you are?" His voice was soft as if it was made of porcelain.

Those words dug deep into Lucifer's heart, a feeling he knew well. "At first, but I've made a name for myself, separated myself from them." He flashed a small smile.

The detective leaned back against the back of the couch, his head resting against it as he stared at the ceiling. Lucifer sat closer, mimicking the others movements as he waited for him to speak.

It was quiet for awhile, both basking in the alcohol and absence of the dim lights along with the sudden yet welcomed storm outside. The crackle of lighting lit up the detectives face, allowing Lucifer to catch a glimpse of the fresh tears running down his reddened cheeks.

Both men turned towards each other, their faces mere inches apart. "The only reason I'm here is because of my father, I never wanted this damn job.....or the decline its brought me." The detective mumbled, his voice breaking.

Lucifer hesitated, his mouth parted slightly before finally speaking. "Then tell me darling, what is it you truly want?" It was clear it wasn't all because of what was just said, it was something deeper, something Lucifer could possibly give.

The male took a deep breath, somewhat realizing what the devil was asking. "Temporary bliss......a moment to forget everything, someone to help me forget what this job has done to me."

Lucifer knew what he meant, it was clear the moment he'd seen the pain in the detectives eyes when they first locked.

A look was shared between them, before Lucifer pressed his lips against the detectives. The salty taste of tears stinging his tongue.

The kiss was broken as Lucifer stood, offering a hand to the other male and leading him towards the bedroom, their clothes being discarded in various places on the way.

Lucifer crawled over the detective, the dim light of the room illuminating their faces. His large hands roamed the others body, his fingers tracing an old scar causing shivers to run down the others body. It wad quiet, but it was a comforting silence as the devils hands roamed the others body, familiarizing himself with each imperfection he could find and feel under his touch.

Their lips moved in sync until they parted for air, only to return to the intimate bliss of their lips against one another's. Their body's lay flush against one another, their erections rubbing against each others in a low rhythm.

The detective arched his back at the feeling of Lucifers hands against his inner thighs. The silence now replaced with the soft moans from both men as Lucifer slowly pushed himself in.

Their moans filled the dim room along with the soft patter of their skin against on another's after each slow ans rhythmic thrust from Lucifer.

Lucifer's mind was flooded with the scene before him, the detectives face full of pure pleasure and bliss. It sent chills up his spine hearing his own name melting off the others lips mixed with whines and moans.

Both men moaned as they reached their climax. Lucifer gave a satisfied hum as he stared at the detective below him while pulling out.

The two men laid there silently, both basking in the moment of temporary bliss that enveloped them both. "We should do that more often detective," Lucifer chuckled.

"Who am I to argue with the devil?" The detective chuckled in return.

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