#man dona is

[matchamabs]

so psychonauts 2 is just about men drinking way too much loving women juice huh

bonus: man who drank way too much loving man juice

#psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #sasha nein #ford cruller #augustus aquato #milla vodello #lucrecia dalt #donatella aquato #man dona is #milfy as hell #bob zanotto #helmut fullbear

[turrondeluxe]

Opinion on the hc that the (2012) turtles are bilingual (with there first language being Japanese) ?

(Kansjevdjdhud, I love that hc smm<3)

ITS ONE OF MY FAVORITE HEADCANON EVER

i love multilingual turtles!!!

i do think 2012 it's the one iteration that seems to be more in touch with yoshi's culture the most.

this might be for the fact that yoshi didn't have absolutely anyone at all when he arrived to new york, a complete unknown different place to him.

it's not literally specificed but one can deduce yoshi got the four turtles in the first place as an attempt to not feel as lonely after losing his family,his clan and being exiled.

so after the mutation i feel like yoshi would have taught the boys how to speak and read in japanese first instead of english since he would have been trying to find a level of normalcy and comfort in all he was going trough.

Another fact is that the brothers are used to splinter telling them stories as a way to pass the time when they were growing up. I like to think he tells them stories about different things like legends and just silly random stories from his past, all in yoshi's og language.

The show also shows it a lot! the brothers speak and understand japanese words pretty randomly! So i do think they mostly speak it while they are by themselves exclusively and at home instead of english (probably not much when april or casey are around as to not make them feel left out of the conversation tho)

also another fun silly headcanon i like is that mikey somehow speaks and understands spanish because of how he says random words of the language in the show too lol. as to how he learnt it himself idk tho. he probably found some telenovelas in vhs or smt lmao

#i would love for someone to make a silly edit of merging the jp dub together along with the og eng one to see how the family would switch #languages and all!!!! #would be fun! #also my favorite thing ever is when in the jp dub the bros give each other silly names with the honorifics at the end of their names lol #mikey sometimes calling donnie dona chan #or raph tan #it gets me man #you dont get that in the english dub lmao #ALSO LOVE WHENT THE BROS USE SPECIFIC DIFFERENT WAYS TO REFER AS EACH OTHER (ANI. OTOTO. NIICHAN. ETC IT ALWAYS MAKES ME CRY IN FICS) #ask #tmnt 2012

[project-catgirlpillar]

Hey so i brought your Boyfriend Back from the dead but He kinda came Back wrong. Yeah, he's incapable of experiencing earthly pleasures and kinda Just longs to Return to the peace of the grave so i rekilled him sorry

#annabelle mcalistair talking to jaspers widow #idk man #shaperaverse #paul shapera #the dolls of new albion #dona

[goosewizard]

i get nanami kiryuu like no one else don’t look into that statement please

#nanami rgu #nanami kiryuu #rgu #revolutionary girl utena #it’s the young sassy girl forcibly awakened to the sins of man of it all #also we’re both blonde #that too #anyway #dona dona dona dooona #dona dona dona doooon

[donaculkin]

"Hello, goodbye? Don't say goodbye... Stay with me" capa feita para uso pessoal, na categoria de chainsaw man, com foco no casal akimeno (Aki, Himeno)

Não conto as vezes em que abri e fechei esse psd, tentando achar uma forma melhor de usar a inspiração que eu estava tendo, no caso, dos pôsteres de "The Silence of the Lambs", onde tinha uma arte tão significativa no filme que quis trazer para esta capa. No fim, acho que não ficou tão ruim, é bom se sentir satisfeito com o que faz de vez em quando.

#capa para fanfic #capa para spirit #capa spirit #donaculkin #spirit fanfics #600x400 #capa 600x400 #capa anime #design #capa colagem #capa poster #capa manipulada #capa manipulação #capa inspiração #the silence of the lambs #chainsaw man #akimeno #dona culkin fala

[quintushazard]

🔥 on pucci

I'm actually having to think super hard on this because I don't think I have many opinions that wouldn't be obvious to regular non-freaks (such as he was not in love with Dio, etc).

The first thing that pops into my head is that I hate when people make Pucci into Vanilla Ice 2 in fanworks, making Pucci call Dio 'Lord Dio' and all that. While Dio probably very much did just see Pucci as a follower, Pucci saw Dio as a friend - he just called him Dio!

I know this is just Fandom Grievances now, but I also find it weird to ship Pucci with any of Dio's sons. Not only are they quite young for him, he also fuckin' hates all of them lmao?? All of Donatello's arc was Pucci going "Jolyne is so much better than you in every way Donatello".

And of course everyone already knows that I don't think Pucci hated Whitesnake, nor was he overjoyed to lose him in favour of C-Moon lol

Thanks for the ask!

#ask game #ask #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #enrico pucci #if i get angry anons because i don't like dona/pucci then i'm gonna laugh so hard #“hey if he hates all of dio's sons then why do you ship jotapucci” look it's ironic it's old man yuri okay. shush.

[urfbownd]

Tiny man. Tiny potato. No thoughts. Head that defies physics

some psychic potato (I headcanon psychic babies are prone to bad psi headaches)

#psychonauts #answers #augustus knew right away like 'oh man we got another psychic baby dona' #psychic parents can alleviate the hurty a lil #these are all my own sillay headcanons

[fideidefenswhore]

Why did you vote for the third one in Katherynparr's poll?

To me, it just seems more likely than not? I'm rereading material on the Anne of Cleves marriage rn and funnily enough am reminded of that, like... to leave the marriage unconsummated was to mean it was very easy to annull, would be to leave the state of it contested and vulnerable. Most CoA partisans insist (and I agree, although I think this became even stronger and reified with her accession in 1509, I think it had always existed to some degree) that Catherine had it absolutely drilled into her that for her to become Queen of England was divinely ordained, her sacred duty, etc. That does not square with leaving the matter insecure. Those that insist on #1 tend to really ignore the timeline here... it's not like they married in November and he fell ill and dropped dead the very next week.

So, to follow that thread...would she have lived in that uncertainty and insecurity for months? I find that unlikely. She couldn't have seen the future, so how was she to know that it could ever become such a contentious issue, the did they/did they not?

Frankly, Catherine in these circumstances was the one that was more (relatively) vulnerable. Arthur was always going to become King of England, come hell or high water. They both would have felt pressure, but Catherine would have felt more; to present grandchildren to her in-laws would have guaranteed the security of her future and been met with the gratitude of her own parents for securing the alliance with finality.

I won't go into all the evidence generally used for Vote #1, but I'm familiar with all the usual points made for it, and I'll address some of them in order.

Catherine's testimony that they only spent 'seven nights' in bed together. There's testimony from members of Arthur's staff that contradicts this (saying the number of nights was much higher) and even if it was true (it's a very specific number to remember, I'll say that, six more than the night of their wedding, which she couldn't dispute because chroniclers recorded it), seven nights is plenty to figure it out, if the motivation was there (and see above, I believe it was)

The impression this was supposed to leave, I believe, was that Arthur and Catherine didn't enjoy intimacy together, and didn't really care for each other. Frankly, this has some support (Catherine's rather demurely ambiguous response to Henry VII's question of the matter of whether or not they should reside together was whatever you think best, Arthur spoke of how pleasing she was to him, but that was boilerplate political speech), even speaking broadly (arranged marriages could be awkward, the only language they shared was stilted Latin). There's also the matter of how Arthur left Catherine absolutely nothing in his will, only leaving things to his sister, Margaret.

However, that doesn't preclude that any attempt of consummation was never made...this was often the case, and those in politically arranged royal marriages (Henry VIII being an anomaly) were supposed to, yk...get over it.

The strongest contender is her swearing otherwise to Campeggio. There was another confessor of Catherine's, though, who believed otherwise in 1502, and whom Catherine refused to ever see or write to again (even when the Pope reccomended him-- Catherine was not always such a staunch, to use a retrospective term, 'Papist' as some have supposed); in the context of Catherine having not yet had any surviving son by her marriage to Henry.

Additionally, while she spoke of many things on her deathbed (feeling some blame for the 'increase of heresy' in Engand, namely), and did take confession, her marriage to Arthur and its alleged unconsummation was not among either. Even Chapuys, her staunchest supporter, was rather distressed and seemingly puzzled by this (he had been "assured" that it was her intention to do so)

We're never going to know definitively, of course (those that say Pope Clement made a final declaration that her alleged virginity of 1509 was 'proven' are incorrect-- he did, on the last, defend the sanctity of her marriage, but on the grounds that Henry had for too long acted on the dispensation given for it, and "deprived himself of the right to protest against it"....a conclusion he surely could have given by 1530 at the latest, if 1527 was so clearly 'too late' to protest, but I digress... no mention made of the state of her marriage to Arthur); but regardless of whatever the truth was, I think something that's often said of Henry applies equally to Catherine (and, honestly, most people):

They believed what they wanted/needed to believe.

#anon #i basically think she 'believed' she consummated her marriage and confessed as such to geraldini #in what context i do not know (bcus generally speaking; sex with one's husband was not considered 'sinful' unless it was on a holy day #or 'irregular' or smth) #that she had not enjoyed it ; that she had? either of these could be felt to be sins #and i think that when she divulged to dona elvira what had occured in the marital bed she managed to convince her that wasn't 'really' sex #and so catherine went with the second . as the person she trusted more before that trust was broken #there's also the question of him breaking the seal of confessional...that would be really heinous #but the pope's recommendation makes me doubt he was seen as this unscrupulous or irreligious man? #he wasn't a figure like fray diego #so maybe she divulged to geraldini outside of the confession #wondering if she was pregnant etc and that was what left him with the impression they had

[babysoftstims]

Connor Warden as Byron McAlistair in a production of Dolls of New Albion!

For our 2022 Halloween event!

(original video – pls credit us if you use these gifs!)

#I kin this gay disaster of a man btw #and the 9th gif pains me deeply #stim blog #stim #dona #dolls of new albion #byron mcalistair #connor warden #steampunk #originals #stimboard

[constellarcreator]

Of all the Psychonauts couples to get attached to it was the heterosexuals with less than 15 minutes of screentime </3

#bat chatter #im joking obvs #but man dona and gus make me Feel Things

[pascalcampion]

Bernie Fuchs. 1932/2009

Not really sure what to say about him that would be different from anybody else’s point of view. The man was THE man. The legend AND the stuff legends are made of. The enfant terrible of illustration in the late 50’s, all throughout the 60’s and till the slow death of print illustration in the 70’s. I know, Illustration is not dead, far from it, but THIS format of magazine art, the way it was done, commissioned, paid for, the world that went with it is a piece of history now. For better or for worse.

When I discovered the first image in this post I was blown away. I was instantly charmed. The longer I looked at it the longer I was mesmerized. Fuchs had started in the 50’s, working in car ads in Detroit. The job was very specific. There were strict rules. Someone usually did the car and another artist would do the characters. The poses were clear, clean, behind the car. It was all very staged, all very efficient. Fuchs was probably drinking beer or something at the time and asked someone to hold It for him while he went about to completely dismantle this system, going into the streets to capture everyday life, placing people in Front of the cars, overall stepping all over the established codes of the time. He was both admired for it and called a prima Dona for it. He didn’t last in Detroit. Moved to New York and started getting jobs for Mc Call and other well known magazines at the time. The bigger leagues. He was the kid who started taking jobs away from the older, more established artists, and he did it with a smile from what I read.

His work was new, different. It felt alive. The characters weren’t as stiff as they used to be in previous illustrations, there was a looseness to the brush work. Everybody wanted to have him work on their campaigns and every illustrator wanted to be him.

I look at his work. Not as often as I used to when I was younger. I look at it to remind myself that people can draw and paint like this, can tell such strong stories in one images and can push themselves constantly to come up with new ideas, new themes, new compositions Toward the later part of his career, after being incredibly well established, Bernie started experimenting with new techniques, new approaches. This body of work is not often the one that people remember the most but I love seeing his brain at work. Having the courage to leave behind what is a sure success to try something new, untested, unproven, knowing that it could very well be rejected is inspiring. That is the other thing about Bernie Fuchs. He was inspiring. He still is.

#BernieFuchs

[project-catgirlpillar]

So one Thing i've Seen a Lot of people say, and am honestly guilty of myself, is that Annabelle mcalistair brought Back the dead cause she simped to hard for one Guy which is Just. Not true. She Met Jasper in College but by that time she was already getting in trouble for graverobbing. Homegirl invented necromancy Out of a Sense of scientific hubris and Daddy issues getting to Bring Back her boytoy was Just an added bonus

#shaperaverse #paul shapera #idk man #the dolls of new albion #dona

[nxathyx]

nicknames

Pet names I think bungo stray dogs characters would use for their s/o

Armed Detective Agency

Atsushi Nakajima

°I feel like he'd usually just call you by your name or a nickname

°like if your name is Natalie or Nathaniel definitely would call you Nat or Nath (this is just an example)

°also something simple like "Angel"

°he says you're like a guardian angel and keep him stable

Dazai Osamu

°probably belladona or shorter versions of that like Bella or Dona

°would definitely call you cringe pet names just to laugh about it with you like "hey pookie bear😍😍" (I hate myself)

°maybe an occasional darl or baby

°I feel like he'd call you doll as well (he stole it from Chuuya)

°pretty girl/boy I don't know why

°I don't know I feel like he uses pet names as satire and prefers using your actual name or your nickname

Kunikida Doppo

°this man does not use pet names, like I can't imagine him saying anything

°maybe dear, I don't know what else though

Ranpo Edogawa

°I also don't think he's into pet names

°I don't know like he'd be too lazy to make something up for you

°also just sticks to your name/nickname/Diminutive

°the same as Atsushi except he'd also use "Nathy" (just a random name example)

Tanizaki Junichirou

°BRO HE GIVES ME DISCORD KITTEN VIBES AND I DON'T KNOW WHY...

° "hey kitten😻😻, get on bed wars you're making Daddy angy👿👿

°also uses your name the most probably

°an occasional "lovely"

Yosano Akiko

°probably "love" or a simple "hun"

°either that or your name/nickname

°probably randomly comes up and is like "hey gorgeous/handsome"

Edgar Allan Poe

(putting him here cause I don't know over half of the guild and won't write for them he's also basically an agency member at this point)

°probably darling, dear, sweetheart

°idk he just gives of the vibe

°but I think he'd also prefer just your regular name

Port Mafia

Chuuya Nakahara

°darling

°dear

°baby

°doll

°I don't know why but he'd use Spanish nicknames, like mi amor, mi vida, cariño, mi cielo, mi corazón

°maybe princess/prince

°pretty boy/pretty girl (especially if you're trans and have really bad dysphoria)

°also really like using your name, just plain and simple

°lovely

°my love

°maybe dove

°wifey/hubby

°definetly called you a bitch before

Akutagawa Ryuunoske

°he thinks it's cringe

°once he called you dear and amor (he learnt it from Chuuya)

°just sticks to your full name

Tachihara Michizo

°he gives me "babe" or "bae" vibes and I don't like it 😭

°definetly a "sweetheart" guy

°probably princess/prince as well

Gin Akutagawa

°probably "sweetie"

°other than that I doubt they'd use anything

Higuchi Ichigo

°honey

°your name

°darling

°honey

Koyou Ozaki

°darling/darl

°dear

°honey

°sweetie

*sweetheart

Decay of Angels

Fyodor Dostoyevski

°malyshka

°dear

°doll

°my only one

°he uses those very rarely though and prefers to use your name

Nikolai Gogol

°he calls you something silly

°"hey my gorgeous tampon wrapper"

°like huh😧😧

°uses dove as well

°my free space in bingo 😻😻

°I don't fucking know Bro😭😭

°he probably called you his discord kitten once as a joke In front of Fyodor and Sigma (they're scarred now)

°also the same as ranpo just your name/nickname/Diminutive (prefers nicknames and diminutives)

Sigma

°my love

°darling

°angel

°sweetheart

°just your full name as well

°definetly called you a saint before

Bram Stoker

°I don't think he'd use nicknames

°I don't know Bro is a vampire

°my little vamp vamp🤭🤭

Hunting Dogs

Tetchou Suehiro

°angel

°dear

°sweetie

°he'd definitely call you hubby/wifey

Jouno Saigiku

°bastard

°idiot

°dumbass

°(how romantic)

°I think he'd rather just use your name honestly aquífy

#bsd x reader #chuuya x reader #x reader #dazai x reader #kunikida x reader #ranpo x reader #bungo stray dogs #bsd #atsushi x reader #yosano x reader #tanizaki x reader #akutagawa x reader #tachihara x reader #higuchi x reader #gin x reader #fyodor x reader #nikolai x reader #sigma x reader #bram stoker #tetchou x reader #jouno x reader #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #armed detective agency #port mafia #chuuya #ranpo edogawa #akutagawa #Poe x reader #bsd fyodor

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

BNHA

pez dispenser debris by thepolysyndetonaddictsupportgroup

Young Izuku nods. He’s still pale, with a careful blankness to his face, and his shoulders tremble slightly when he moves. In a small, sure voice, he says, “I’ve thought about what you told me, and what I’ve seen. And there’s only one explanation: I’m dead.”

“Ah,” says Mirio.

Izuku rubs his forehead with the heel of his hand. “We should probably just call Mr. Aizawa.”

---

There are versions of himself that Izuku wishes he could bury.

Marvel

the first step of kintsugi by thepolysyndetonaddictsupportgroup

Frank breaks into David’s house and shakes him awake. When the screaming finally stops, he tells him, “I need you to help me find Spider-Man."

DC (Batman)

Batman, go grab your Robin... Wait, wrong Robin! by IzzyMRDB

im just wanted to go trick-or-treating as Robin this year. He had been working so hard on his costume and it looked so authentic, he really just wanted it to be appreciated.

How did he end up being kidnapped by Batman?

AKA: A sleep-deprived and lightly concussed Bruce grabs the wrong Robin when heading home from Halloween Patrol.

Clone Wars

To Be Free Once More (That's Worth Fighting For) by Batsutousai

As a Jedi Shadow, Obi-Wan hadn't expected to have much to do with the clone troopers. Until, suddenly, he does.

Shadowhunters

Dona Nobis Pacem by lawsofchaos (+ podfic)

"When Alec kneels before you on that dais, Magnus,” Jace keeps going, “he’s telling every person present that it is your judgement, your respect, that he places before all others. In you placing that rune on his neck, Alec is publicly proclaiming that it’s your blessing and your judgement on him and on his reign as Head that gives him the right and the authority to uphold the Covenant.”

Magnus' throat is too tight to speak, but there’s a distinct shimmer visible in his suddenly unglamoured eyes.

#whoever recced this bnha fic to me? i am kissing you directly on the mouth #my posts #weekly fic round up #fic recs #bnha recs #dc recs #sw recs #shadowhunter recs #marvel recs

[my--moon]

❝ Down In New Orleans ❞

Chapter Two; Down In New Orleans Summary; New day, more work. Just a slice of life with Donatella. Wait, who's that?

The sunbeams shone through the curtains, hitting Donnie's eyes like a laser. She stirred awake, groaning as she stretched her limbs out—making a small crack at her joints.

“Yeesh.. Shitty sleep. Nothin' coffee can't fix.” She smiled to herself, before spotting her kitten's judgemental look. “Don't give me that look, Vivi.”

Vivi was the only cat Donnie knew could roll her eyes at her owner. “Okay, rude.”

Sliding on her slippers, she walked through her halls, opening up the white blinds with a lazy smile. The soft hums of a tune came from Donnie, echoing through the small house.

Pouring the hot coffee into her mug, she heard the music from the street down the block start to play, indicating it was nearly work time.

It was always like that, they played at the exact same time everyday, and it was always 30 minutes before work. Donnie sighed with a smile.

“Good morning, New Orleans.”

And with that, she swigged down her coffee and headed up stairs to get dressed.

Walking down the rocky paths, with a skip in her step, Donnie walked down the streets of Louisiana. The occasional young lady saying hello to Donatella as she walked past.

“Morning Dona!”

“Morning Betty!”

“Good mornin' Donnie, how's Vivi?”

“Healthy as always, Veronica.”

“'Tella, my dear, you okay?”

“Stop worrying about me, Maggie, never been better.”

The "flapper" women in town always took a liking to Donnie, whether it was because she sometimes slipped them an extra sugar for their coffees or just because they found her interesting.

They saw her as a friend, and vice versa with Donnie to them.

The Bell rung throughout the small café, people were already sitting down in the booths, the chef already whipping up a few breakfasts. Donnie hung up her coat and got to work.

Rush hour came quicker than intended. As soon as Donnie put on her apron—customers flew in. The echos of coffee and pastry orders filled her ear drums.

This was her speciality.

Flicking on the kettle and calling out the names of customers for their drinks, Donnie was quick paced today, never in the same spot, hopping from table to table—placing down meals from waffles to hot tea.

“Flapjacks for Mr O'Crowley?”

“Thank you, Don.” The man called back as his food was placed.

“Coffee for Molls.”

“Cheers, sweet.” Miss Molly smiled, taking the mug off Donnie's hands. Donnie placed down a small cup to Molly's daughter.

“And, last but not least—Hot chocolate for Lil' Tia here.” The small girl giggled a thank you. Placing down a napkin for the girl, since Donatella knew Molly's baby was a messy one with her food.

Going back to the counter, Donnie kept up her soft smile. She brushed off her skirt and looked up to talk to the new customer. “Mornin'! What can I getcha today—Huh. Mimz...?”

Looking over the counter, the short flapper glanced back up at Donnie—with a hint of alcohol on her tongue. “Donniiiiee! Baby cakes! Hiiiii!”

Cocking an eyebrow at Mimzy, Donnie poured her a cup of water. “Hey, Mimzy... Can I getcha somethin'? Or you just come 'ere for a chat?” She eyed the flapper suspiciously.

Mimzy was never just over for a chat. Especially after ghosting Donnie for 2 months. She wanted something out of Donnie. She could feel it in her waters.

“What? Can't a gal like moi talk with her best friend?” Mimzy smiled, with one of those salesmen smiles; y'know the ones that try and sell you everything.

“Mimzy, we haven't spoken in months. You gotta whole lotta nerve callin' me your 'best friend'.” The Creole scoffed at Mimzy's excuse.

The flapper chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck with a nervous smile. “Yea.. I got no excuse.”

Donatella passed her customer their strawberry shortcake before turning back to Mimzy. “So... Mimzy. Why are you really here?”

“...” Mimzy was silent with a guilty expression on her face. “Look, I know you don't like usin' that voodoo shit on people, buuutt—”

Mimzy quickly shut up at the sight of Donnie's cold and icy glare. “You need to shut up about that. Last thing I need is to get fired, okay?”

The short woman nodded, before asking again. “Can I get a refill on my water?” Donnie nodded, pouring more cold liquid in the glass.

Donnie turned away from Mimzy, looking at the menu to get her mind away from her hobby Mimzy mentioned just a second before.

“...Are you gonna order something?”

“What can fix a hangover?” Mimzy asked sheepishly. Donnie picked out a slice of cake from the glass sill.

“Fudge always helps me.”

The flapper nodded with a weak smile, before taking a bite. Covering her mouth as she chewed, Mimzy continued speaking.

“'Tella, I really need your help.”

Donatella rolled her eyes, glancing back at Mimzy. “With what?”

“Do you think your... Hobby... Can get someone out of debt?” Curiousity dripped in her tone, Mimzy must've gotten in deep shit to come to Don.

“What did you do.” It came out as a command rather than a question.

“Look. I borrowed some money from a guy a few months ago—and now he wants it back. But he's... Annoying, let's put it like that.” Rambling in, Mimzy took a sip of her water. “He really wants his cash. And I don't have it. I don't wanna get Alastor involved either—”

“Who the fuck is Alastor?” Donatella looked back with a puzzled expression upon her brown complexion. Was this the same Alastor she saw not long ago? Abigail's son?

“Y'know, guy who works at radio. He's a sweet guy, but I don't want to break his trust—”

Yep, mostly likely the same bloke.

Donatella rolled her eyes. “So you can break mine? What's in it for me, Mimz?” Spotting her annoyed face, Mimzy sighed.

Her Boston accent coming out thicker than usual. “You know I didn't mean to... That was months ago. And I said sorry!”

“Well sorry ain't good enough. You nearly got me caught by the police, Mimzy. And I didn't do anything wrong. I didn't even know you were committing a crime until the cops told me!”

“We're getting off topic. But I just want someone to help... deal with him. I have two months to get the money, but y'know me—I can't do that. I'm useless when it comes to any work that isn't clubbing.”

Donnie knew Mimzy wouldn't try and steal her money, especially when she was in a financial situation that not many want to be in. “What could I even do? Like to help ya?”

“...Well, we could—” Mimzy mimicked a slice on the neck with her finger. Making Donnie step back and furrow her brows.

“Don't even think 'bout it, Mimzy. Not doing that shit again.” She let out a hiss, making the blonde frown.

“I've kept your secret to myself this entire time, can't you do this one thing for me?” Knitting her brows together in annoyance.

Donnie paused for a minute. Flashbacks of what happened last time echoed throughout her skull. She shook her head, glancing back at Mimzy.

“I'll think about it. But for now, you don't say anything about this.”

#𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 — Romantic Manslaughter #alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor altruist #alastor the radio demon #radio demon #hazbin hotel oc #vivziepop #hazbin spoilers #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel #hazbin #human au #my au #1920s au #princess and the frog #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #alastor x you #alastor hartfelt #alastor X OC #oc x canon #oc x reader #oc x character #hazbin X OC #mimzy hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers

[nunalastor]

Title: The Fallen and The Falling (aka TF & TF)

Pairing: Adam / Lucifer

Author: Cursed Mod

Rating: PG

Word Count: 714

Summary: (A Drabble Compilation Probably)

This is one of many parts of an ongoing series that I'm writing about Lucifer and Fallen Adam. Other character and ships may appear. Who knows. I sure don't.

Warnings: Features aspects of Folk Catholicism specifically of the Latin American variety. Mild body horror and nonconsensual body modification.

No, this isn't beta'd or edited. Enjoy and ignore the formatting I'm on my phone.

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Dust settled and the celebrations were in full swing, yet there was a stillness in the air immediately around Lucifer despite all of the faint music and chatter around the hotel and the city as a whole. This was what it was like to be winner, but the taste of victory was bittersweet on his tongue. There was still something he felt needed to do.

Lucifer allowed his feet to take him where they'd left Adam's body with a simple sheet covered him, though a breeze had started blowing that away. This was when Lucifer realized that this need was absolutely morbid, especially when he sat down next to the body. His intention to pull the sheet back over, maybe recite some words or humor heaven with the proper prayers. Something nice, something respectful. Maybe cover the body in a little bit of dirt before some cannibal came around to eat it.

Instead, he found himself marveling at Adam's face. The man looked as he always had, from the moment He formed him from the warm clay of the earth. Lucifer gently started tracing the slopes and curves on Adam’s face, was it wrong to admire such delicate work? Was it wrong to want to feel for the fingerprints of the Maker himself?

Adam's face still felt so soft and warm. He looked as though he were just sleeping off a long night, not devoid of the precious gift of life. Lucifer hummed as his traced Adam's soft lips, then skipped up to poke the tip of his nose, then slid his fingers to tap his closed eyelids and swooped his hand to push his hair back.

That was when the clay softened, and to his horror and amusement, horns grew peeking up from the soft locks, like those of a lamb. That was... probably not good.

Naturally, through his slight and growing panic he kept messing with Adam's structure, oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck! This was not what he wanted. He patted down the horns and held his hands down to make sure that they didn't pop back up, only for them to shift and change larger following his hands as he pulled them away. Lucifer grimaced and decided to pull the sheet right back over Adam’s face again. Maybe if he pretended it didn't happen nobody will know what he’d done. He glanced upward; half-expecting that thought to be challenged immediately but it wasn't.

“You’re a real fucking pain, you know that?” Lucifer said, dusting his hands off, the warm sticky feeling of clay bothering his hands. He more or less used the opportunity to wipe his hands on the sheet as he tucked it in under Adam more securely, “You know, it's funny. This might be the first time you've ever been tucked in.”

Why was he talking to the dead guy now? It was probably just nerves. Definitely, only nerves. On top of that, Adam’s body still felt warm. Was it because he was clay? Lucifer certainly did not recall Lilith ever feeling like that, nor was he responsible for her changes when they were cast down. Maybe it was because she never died. Lucifer settled into a kneeling position before Adam his pride clawing at him not to do this, but guilt overwhelmed him. He looked upwards again and folded his hands in the way that all perfect angels should.

“So…” Lucifer glanced around, as if somebody was going to show up and tell /him/ he was praying wrong. “Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine.” He squinted harder upwards, “Do.. Do I do the response myself or…?”

Lucifer froze, his back tingled with a soul dropping chill, something was happening, he stayed frozen. He knew praying was a goddamn mistake even as a joke. There was a brightness about himself that clashed with the warmth exuding from Adam.

Then he heard the response, it came from under the sheets bored reciting of it at that. “Et lux perpetua luceat eis. Fidelium animae, per misericodiam Dei, requiescant in pace. Amen.”

Adam’s body sat up and immediately their foreheads crashed into each other with a forced that knock them both back from each other.

There was silence, and then there was screaming.

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