#sue x lucifer

[cyath]

Never drawing this bitch ass or his complicated clothes EVER AGAIN

#open to commisions! ^^ #and for the people who aren't sure yes this drawing is inspired by that lucifer painting #and also yes i hate drawing backgrounds and would prefer to just draw dramatic lighting #sue me #also MERRY CHRISTMAS OR HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! #twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst fanart #rollo flamm #twisted wonderland rollo #twst rollo #rollo x reader #twistedwonderland #twst art

[mousy-nona]

First — I love your work and your account! Your characterization is incredible and I really enjoy your style. Second — Radioapple prompt! I know its a common one in the fandom, but I love the concept of them dancing/getting to know each other through mutual love of music. Not too specific, but I think it definitely has room to be cute! <3

A major sacrifice

But clueless at the time

Enter, Caroline

Just trust me, you'll be fine

“What is that noise?”

Lucifer turned around warily. It was always good to be wary around Alastor. “Music.”

Alastor gave him a Look. It was his “Don’t Be An Obtuse Idiot” look, the one he saved just for Lucifer. 

He sighed. “It’s a song. The humans come up with some interesting stuff when left to their own devices.” He waved to the radio sitting on his desk. “It took a bit of work, but I managed to figure out how to connect this old thing to some of Earth’s music stations.” 

Alastor’s ears twitched, a surefire sign he was interested and trying not to show it. He lowered himself down onto the other side of the sofa, and they listened in silence together. 

And when I'm back in Chicago, I feel it

Another version of me, I was in it

I wave goodbye to the end of beginning.

“I’ve never heard of these instruments,” Alastor mused. 

“Synth? It’s a pretty new invention. I believe it was heavily popular around the 1980s, and it’s gone in and out of style since then. What do you think?”

“It doesn’t have as much soul as a good saxophone or a piano riff, but it’s not horrible.” Alastor admitted. “I don’t suppose humans on Earth still listen to singers like Ella Fitzgerald?”

“Hard to match a once-in-a-lifetime artist like Ella,” Lucifer remarked. Alastor snapped his fingers, his eyes gleaming with pure, genuine delight. It was rare to see him so excited about anything that didn’t have anything to do with blood or death, and Lucifer drank it in like a man dying of thirst. 

“Exactly,” Alastor grinned. “I see you don’t have completely irredeemable taste in music.”

“She’s fantastic, but you will not believe some of the stuff they have up there now.”

Alastor glanced at him with poorly disguised interest. “You don’t say? Do you happen to listen to these stations quite often?”

“Every night.” 

Alastor paused, as if weighing his next words. “Would you mind a little company?”

The smile that exploded from Lucifer was unexpected – but not unwanted. And that was how the king of Hell and the Radio Demon declared a truce every night, between the hours of 12 AM to 1 AM.

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“Boy, you’re in for a treat today,” Lucifer said as soon as Alastor walked in. “They’re playing electro swing on 58.3 The Breeze.” 

Alastor furrowed his brow. “Electro…swing?” He shuddered. “Sounds positively horrid. Why ruin a perfectly good thing with extra noises?” 

“Don’t be such a Debbie Downer,” Lucifer scowled. “Sit down, shut up, and give it a chance, will you?”

To his credit, Alastor did sit and shut up – for approximately ten seconds. Then he groaned. “This is a travesty. They’re calling this garbage swing?” 

“Electro swing,” Lucifer corrected. 

“No, no, enough of this swill.” Alastor snapped his fingers, and the song immediately cut off. “Let me show what true swing sounds like.” 

A moment’s pause, then a new song came on the speakers.

Heaven, I'm in heaven

And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak…

Lucifer perked up. “This is…Louis Armstrong?” Just the sound of his voice brought back whispers of slower times, of smoky jazz clubs and whiskey in crystal glasses, of dreams laid out on silver screens. Suddenly, it was the 1950s again.

Alastor bowed and held out his hand, every move so darkly dashing it would make Fred Astaire weep with envy. But his eyes gleamed with challenge.

Dance with me? Asked Louis and Ella.

Spellbound, Lucifer took the devil’s hand. He placed the other on his shoulder hesitantly, but Alastor’s grip was strong and sure as he slowly led him around the room. 

“I want my arms about you, the charms about you will carry me through,” Alastor hummed along. The old-fashioned words were perfect in his radio static, as if the song was made for the two of them, for this very moment. 

Relax, you silly goose. He’s just singing the song. He’s not talking about you, Lucifer tried to reason with himself, but it was exceedingly difficult to think straight with Alastor’s face so very close. His voice – oddly lovely for a man who specialized in conducting screams – cast a spell over them. Time stopped. And Lucifer relaxed, letting Alastor’s song chase his worries away. 

“Heaven, I’m in heaven!” 

—------------------------

And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

“You’re listening to this again?” 

Lucifer blushed and scrambled to change it to another station, but Alastor materialized in front of the radio and covered the fast forward button with his hand before he could get to it. Damn those tricksy shadows of his.  

“I…I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Yes, that is one of the benefits of teleportation,” he said, as effortlessly smug as always.

“It’s not our usual time,” Lucifer frowned, peeking at the clock. 10 PM. Far too early for what was quickly becoming his favorite hour of the day, although he’d never admit it out loud. 

“Well, I heard a cry for help coming from this room, so I thought I’d be a good neighbor and pop my head in,” Alastor said.

“Cry for help–” Lucifer started indignantly, but Alastor put a finger to his lips. 

And the damn song was still playing. 

So when everything feels like the movies

Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive…

Lucifer turned so red his entire face resembled a tomato on fire. “I can listen to whatever I want during my private time,” he spluttered.

“That would be true, but I can hear your ‘private time’ from the other end of the hotel.” Alastor sighed, as if no one else in the history of the world had ever experienced the pain of a noisy neighbor. “So I decided to check on you, just to make sure you hadn’t fully devolved into an angsty child.”

“It’s silly, I know, but sometimes listening to this stuff makes me feel…like I’m not so alone,” Lucifer admitted, not quite able to look the demon in the eye. “It’s been a tough couple of years.” Tough couple of hundred years, but who’s counting? 

Alastor didn’t say anything, but he didn’t leave either. Eventually, they turned the radio to another station – Billboard Top 100s, this time – and Alastor’s horrified face at “Think U The Shit (Fart)” made Lucifer laugh so hard water came out of his nose. 

He completely forgot about his depression. At least for the rest of the night. And that was enough. That was more than Lucifer had had in a long time. 

—------------------------

The next day, Lucifer came back to his room to find an old-fashioned ‘30s vinyl record player perched on his desk. A vinyl had already been set up, its arm perched delicately halfway through a song, ready for Lucifer to hit Play. 

Attached to it was a note.

As a thank you for all the new music. -A.

So Lucifer hit Play.

Immediately, the swing of the sax and Ella’s clear, dulcet tones filtered through the speakers. 

Blue days

All of them gone

Nothing but blue skies

From now on

I never saw the sun shining so bright

Never saw things going oh-so right

Noticing the days hurrying by

The record stopped there, as abruptly as if the entire track had been magically wiped. No matter how many times he tried to reset it and play it again, that was the only verse on the record. 

It didn’t matter. Had Alastor forgotten how ancient he truly was? Lucifer had been around for the dinosaurs, the age of ice, man’s first cities, and the launch to the moon. He remembered the greats, because that was his job. He was to live, and he was to bear witness.

He knew the rest of the song, even if Alastor had gone to such great lengths to erase it. 

Noticing the days hurrying by

When you're in love, my how they fly…

He smiled. And he sang along, letting the vinyl spin and spin until the words themselves were nothing but senseless sounds and only Alastor’s promise remained. 

“Blue days, all of them gone. Nothing but blue skies, from now on…”

#hazbin hotel #radioapple #duckiedeer #hazbin hotel lucifer #alastor #alastor x lucifer #asks #prompts #on that note this post is definitely OOC on Alastor's part but fuck it sometimes i just wanna write something cute SUE ME #this is an ella fitzgerald appreciation post #also I’m terrible at music would appreciate song recs

[angelltheninth]

Can I request, to how the hazbin hotel man would react to fem!reader showing them her new dress or something? :)

Everyone needs to show off every once in a while.

Pairing: Alastor, Lucifer, Husk, Sir Pentious, Adam, Vox, Valentino x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, dressing up, flirting, dancing, suggestive

A/N: I might not like dresses but they always look pretty.

Alastor immediately asks you for a dance. Not in the Hotel though, he wants to take you out somewhere so you can show off your pretty new dress. That way he can also flex the fact that you're his precious darling girlfriend, and no one else's, they can dream on about that.

Lucifer almost starts crying from how beautiful you look. Knew he made the right choice when he bought you that dress on a complete whim. But you know now that he's seen you in it he would also love to see you out of it.

Adam tells you it's really fucking sexy on you, too sexy actually. Yeah it's too damn much, so you should take it off already, you can't expect him to focus with you here, looking so nice. He does not have that kind of self-control.

Husk tries to act like he's not impressed or effected by your dress. Yet he can't help how his eyes take in the way the dress hugs all your curves and comes up short just below your thighs. Okay, sue him, you look nice, he can't hide the fact that he thinks so.

Sir Pentious showers you with so many compliments, then slithers off to brag to his friends about how pretty you are. After a few minutes he's back, kissing you, coiling his tail around you. He is the luckiest man in Hell.

Vox chuckles, happy at the thought you'd buy something new to look good for him. Not that you don't already but now he can take more pictures to add to his collection. Don't ask to see them, some are... for his personal use.

Valentino is grinning like a damn fool when you show him. You didn't have to get all dolled up like that, he already thought you were sexy. Appriciates the effort though, in fact get closer that dress and he'll show you just how much.

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #lucifer x reader #adam x reader #husk x reader #sir pentious x reader #vox x reader #valentino x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel fluff #x reader

[deadbeat-motel]

ᐯᗩGGIE ᗩᑎᗪ ᑕᕼᗩᖇᒪIE ᖇEᗪEᔕIGᑎ

These two are simpler than the angel dust design I did since I didn't have a lot to go off of. Posted on Valentine's Day because yes I can.

I don't think Charlie is significantly different from her Pilot design because I genuinely think it was the best design from the cast (before the redesign).

Thoughts below, though TW for the creepy charlie image at the end:

My issues with their Original designs:

Vaggie:

The giant "X" over her eye is really distracting and even world-breaking because

1. Why had no one put 2 and 2 together that the only character in Hell who has a visible 'X' mark on her face might be related to the angels who also sport that X mark on their faces.

2. Why is it shaped like an X? Her eye was taken out via a single slash.

3. If the hair's purpose was to cover it, why would it show through it? What's the point of the hair then?

The hair that was supposed to cover that wounded eye looked so ugly and confused as to what it should be doing. I mean every shot that showed that thing in a sideview shot of Vaggie felt like the animators had to make their own guesses as to how that was supposed to look like. It was distracting for me personally and I hated it so much.

It's been said over and over again, but her clothes look like she works at McDonalds. I get needing to change her outfit so that she looks like she works at the hotel, but it's just been poorly designed.

Why change her clothes' colors from white to red? the white helped her stand out from Hell and the Hotel's majority red background. (In the finale, she at least has a non-red attire)

She's also one of the very few women in HH and she falls under the skinny stick side of it despite being an angel exterminator.

Her hair is kind of hard to visualize looking at in any way other than what it is when it's static. However, when it changed into a ponytail or a bob, it's actually really nice to look at.

Unsure of what that bow's purpose is for the design.

Charlie:

Charlie is a simple but very confused design. The pilot design was a lot more coherent than the current show design

It's disappointing to see the bouncy Pilot hair go and be replaced by that boring bubble braid of all things.

Her undershirt peaks out of her tuxedo.... why???? to separate the top jacket and the pants? You wouldn't need to do that if her pants were a different color like the pilot design.

Thought about it and was confused, as a demon with an angelic father, why didn't she have wings as well? She didn't need the 6 wings like Lucifer but maybe a pair of one would appear?

Out of all the characters for the show's redesign, Her's was by far the MOST infuriating to me. Her pilot design wasn't perfect but it was good, they had to downgrade her for some reason.

I didn't have much to say about Charlie. it basically sums up to "the Pilot design was better".

On to the thought process for these two:

Valerie the fallen:

Yes, she got a rename. Sue me.

I had to remove the moth aspect of her design because it doesn't seem like it makes sense for a heaven-born to follow the sinner's rule of "gaining features based on the life you lived" since she basically never lived right?

In this redesign (and eventual rewrite), Valerie is not ashamed of her exterminator background. In fact, she was known as the most recent "fallen" in hell. her short stature doesn't make her less of a threat to the demons.

She's also visually thick with muscle because why not let one of the show's women have a body type that isn't stick-thin?

She's using the wings that were torn off of her as both an interesting article of clothing and as a way to remind others and her that she is (or more accurately 'was') an angel who could kill them if she wanted to.

Her clothes are pure black underneath the pale feathers to show that while she is an "angel", deep down, she is far from a good person.

She's also getting an actual skin color because from what I gathered myself from the show's heaven. Most of the souls there still retain a human appearance (Adam, Lute, St. Peter, and the other random human angels up there still look human..... but just don't mind the fact that most of them are white.)

Her hair is that ponytail she had in the finale because as much as I didn't like that episode, some designs looked actually decent.

Also, her hair actually covers the eye scar properly.

I wanted to keep her ribbon as a splash of brightness on her design but the OG ribbon looks a little out of place on a warrior so It became that (Plus it pays homage to her OG moth influence with its shape looking like the fluffy antennas of the moth)

Gave the spearhead a little bit of detail on it plus a chipped side so that it has a bit of charm as an old weapon she still decides to keep around.

A note about Valerie's design is that I haven't tackled the armor of angels yet so I was unsure of what pieces of the undesigned armor to give Valerie as of now.

Charlie:

I honestly actually enjoyed her Pilot hair, so I tried to put it back and also simplify it a bit so there are not a lot of strands for me to keep track of. Plus it was a genuinely cute design for her. (There's a reason that version was used in the Verbalase video.) <- I'M JOKING

Replaced her button nose with a goat's because a friend has commented how it looked like the noses of the women in a Goofy Movie and I will never be able to unsee that.

Her hair is also a lot brighter compared to her washed-out blonde color.

She has the same design thought process as Valerie, Covering the darkness of her true nature with white fluffy fur which is stylized like feathers at its ends. She has pitch-black skin underneath and looks like a proper nightmarish demon like the image below.

I ditched the tuxedo look, since almost all the cast has a similar outfit already, and gave her a jumpersuit instead. (Idk what it's really called but that's what I think it is). It's a light grey because she's a mix of bad and good (though a bright grey because she prefers to be on the good side)

Her horns are there and visible because yeah it's cute but also helps her read as the half-angel/half-demon character she is.

Tiny goat tail because can you imagine every time Valerie holds the rare angel smile of approval, her tail is visibly wagging in glee and excitement???? My heart would die. I love these lesbians with my life.

Has wings from her father.

Anyways, those are my thoughts and redesigns... I wanted to add more details to them but I didn't really know what to add that didn't feel unnecessary.

Also bonus! Concept art of Charlie's true form:

#vivziepop critical #hazbin hotel redesign #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critical #deadbeat motel rewrite #deadbeat motel redesign #deadbeat motel charlie #deadbeat motel valerie

[nouvxllev]

"When I saw you

I fell in love, and

you smiled

because you knew

-William Shakespeare"

LOVE.LOVE.LOVE.

I wanted to make a request! I had a similar interaction like this, and when I had read this, I fell inloveeeeee with this qoute sm. Can you do a Wednesday x Reader? In which it's Wednesday who actually falls inlove 😭

amore, amore, amore.

Pairing: Author!Wednesday Addams x Gn!Reader

Summary: request!! ^^

Words: 6.0k (oh what the fuck)

Warnings: told in WEDNESDAYS POV AND ALTERNATE TIMELINES!, the gomezification of wednesday addams prevails, yes they meet at a museum, also kinda 7 husbands of evelyn hugo coded, slight plottwist at the end!

a/n: aaaa ofc ofc!! also i absolutely love the idea where wednesday fell first and harder

masterlist

I believe they cursed me the moment their lips became something worth fighting for.

"If they intend to halt my publishing, then so be it. I have no interest in entertaining that brain-dead company over countless of reasons as to why I shouldn't spare a few weeks for myself who believe I will fall under their will."

"Wednesday, they're the ones who publish your books, you just can't ignore their calls."

"Barclay, has your brain deteriorated to a degree in such a way that you are forgetting it's my presence that upholds that fucking company? Without me, they are nothing. Have you forgotten with how much power I withhold over them, or have your scales reached that hollow of a brain?"

"You can't ignore the leverage they have over you, sure you have the amount of money, if not more, to sue them, but they could literally tip you off and brand you as some selfish author."

"Please do comprehensively explain to me as to why I would be a selfish author?"

"Wednesday Friday fucking Addams, it's because you're half-way across the fucking world at some fucking museum in Italy while you have a manuscript due a fucking week ago!"

"I fail to see my fault."

"Addams, if you don't get your shit together, I swear—"

I had solved countless of murders in my time of Nevermore. I had one thing to do when I finally left, and I was going to succeed.

If you had told me after I willingly left that horrid place you call an educating institution that I would experience the same fate as an author, I would've traced the outer skin of your face with a pocket knife and display it on your family's doorstep.

Barclay, amongst others, remained someone I held close. She could be infuriating, but no one would ever be much deserving of a terrible, terrible position than be under my control as my manager when I pursued writing.

But no one tells you how people could easily forget you in a matter of seconds if you don't make a name for yourself when you've put yourself out there, even if it's something far, far from your own.

I was only fortunate enough people enjoyed what I publish.

I couldn't care less if they didn't, that's why I found it hard to give two shits about what that damned company thought of my revised schedule. But I needed to make a living. To make something out of myself.

If I had continued my actions— in which I have full control over with—I could lose everything.

I could've build it up from scratch if it happened, but Lucifer knows how long would a simple idea for a plot that could get into the lack of attention span of the population could take.

I could lose the name I print on paper.

I could lose my name.

And then I realized I haven't.

There was something that I was destined to fall under. It was there with my eyes taped to a painting, not knowing I became one for another.

I hung up. The mere thought of having a multistep plan to eventually murder my manager was between God and me. That woman had me teetering on the edge of becoming a one-hit serial killer overnight.

My head tilted over a large painting towering amidst the others down the line. My hands remained tucked deep within the pockets of a trench coat far too oversized for me.

I couldn't take much time of squinting, staring as if it had garnered my interest not after a dreaded phone call that I convinced myself truly took my energy and managed to inject anesthesia inside my veins.

A light sway became evident in my steps, as if I was sulking in my own woe of what I should and could've done to prevent myself fucking it up on a company that I could soon own if not me being under the age of what is required to own a firm without having to ring up my own godforsaken of a family.

I could almost take another step if I wasn't met with another person.

Countless of papers flew across the hard-tiled floor. It was over before I knew what had happened. I found myself standing there, eyes glued to the person I collided with, my eyebrows crossed and my mouth hung open like a fool.

"I'm—I'm so sorry, fuck." They grit under their breath, like they were berating themselves while they picked up the rest of what had fell.

I stood there, not knowing what to do or what not to do but stare at them and wait for them to pull themselves up.

And so that's what I did.

I wish I hadn't.

Because now it was the time I was unable to speak. Unable to use the words I've been writing my novels with, the words that I should've spoken in the seconds they had landed in front of me. For the first time, my words had failed me.

A question rang in my head, Why do I now feel as if I do not belong inside of my own body? Why does my life feel complete now that they were here?

When Y/n fixed herself, she looked at me and smiled. I knew I looked like an idiot staring at them, yet I never went out of my way to barely fix myself.

Why were they smiling?

"Why are you smiling?" I asked under my breath, like I was taken breathless. I hadn't mean to say it out loud, but my cold and otherwise damned heart seemed to be alive, like I was suffocating in my own rate. A fool in front of them I must've been.

They looked at their paper, then they looked at me.

They smiled yet again. Another question flicked across my head, what had happened to me to act as if I would go through hell and back for this person?

They smiled at me as if my presence gave them a reason to. And they loved me in every one of it.  

"Sorry—" they apologized, noticing how their thumb kept grazing the surface of their sketch, almost as if they were nervous. "You look prettier than... whatever I drew."

They stole one more look of me.

"Terrifyingly bewitching."

It's horrifying knowing I couldn't explain what I felt that day. What I know is—I felt everything.

I've endured endless remarks on my appearance ranging from a number of ratings from those nonsensical people on the internet to every synonym people have thrown my way only to fail to evoke even a flicker of emotion.

Though it seems egotistical, I knew they held one intention: they wanted to impress me. They wanted me to know they were different amongst others who have approached me. They wanted to entice me, as if I could be owned.

Were it not for the arsenal and threats I carried, there would be much more.

Y/n was different. They never had any intentions of being with me, no desire to impress or claim me as theirs. They simply wanted me to know I was. That it was true. I just had never heard it from someone who could mutter two words that felt perfect.

And it's much more terrifying knowing I unexpectedly fell first, even if I deny myself.

I could tell you about the way y/n smiled, how it seemed to threaten the sun, warning it not to shine lest it risk embarrassment in contrast of hers. I could tell you the way their eyes followed their smile, how their life was encapsulated in their drawings, mirroring what they felt.

Yet, when it comes to explaining how I fell for them, words escape me. Even I, a tortured author, struggle to describe.

How must I convey the sensation of my heart pounding in my ears as if it was trying to break me? The ache in my stomach, churning every chance it got, every fiber of my being dreadfully surrendering to them.

But one is for certain: meeting them was like coming home.

My home.

But I couldn't bring myself to realize that—It was antagonizing for me. Humiliating and mortifying knowing one person could make me become a total fool, become someone I've never thought I'd be.

I've spent my whole life after hiding what I felt for them, lest I risk experiencing what I truly loathe: love.

I despised them ever since I met them, loathed them, hated them. But for what for? I ask myself countless of times, I have never gotten an answer.

When they left, I left. Thinking it would be fate that had accidentally brought two people together who held no meaning for eachothers life, that it was a mistake, and I could've been wrong with how I'm feeling.

And when I came back, they were there.

And when I approached them, it felt right.

It was a week after the incident, but no matter how I tried, I still remember how their smile felt around me. Suffering, irritating, lovely. Like I wanted to relieve it, no matter how much time had passed.

Never once did I get their name in the span of meeting them, it was useless to know anyway.

Yet, I find myself returning to the museum every chance I get for God knows what, acting as if I had unfinished business staring at paintings while the staff rambled beside me. They were better off tattooing their explanation in my skull.

I had other places to attend to, other tasks I should've been doing rather than constantly visiting museum in the afternoon as if I have duties and low-paid labor for employment.

I should've been at my apartment days ago, exhausting myself on a half-assed manuscript I would have recurring thoughts of annihilating along with severing Bianca's hands through the phone.

What terrified me is why I was back.

Standing in front of them. My hands tucked deep inside the pockets of another trench coat, looking down on them sitting on one of the blocks of granite surrounding a oddly placed tree in the middle of the hall, drawing whatever there is to draw.

"Hello." I greeted them. They almost looked startled, surprised that I was even talking to them, like I was some vengeful ghost who returned to seek revenge. Though they weren't far off.

They looked up, immediately flipping over their clipboard as they locked eyes with me.

"Oh—" They cleared their throat, "Hi. Hey, hello." They smiled, albeit awkward. But that feeling of dread, or whatever, came back. Stronger than ever, I feared. I almost had half the mind of punching them in the gut and questioning them why they had this effect on me.

"Didn't know you come here often." A chuckle followed their question, or maybe it was a statement, placing their elbows on their lap while they gazed right at me.

I scoffed, murmuring against gritted teeth why did I even approach them in the first place. "And I didn't know you draw me that often."

I look down on the piece of paper, their deliberate and aggressive brush strokes having an effect on the paper, leaving marks upon marks. It was clear that I've been their subject for days on end. Even if I were to absent, I'd still be able to be the pinnacle of their sketches.

It was funny back then, humorous in my mind on how quick they snatched the piece of paper and tried to explain with little to no comprehension that went across their mind.

"Oh, God, no, no! I just—Okay, well, maybe I've been drawing you ever since I saw you, it's creepy now that I mention it... but it's just—it's dumb of me to not draw you, you know?" They were flustered, their mouth opening and closing only for me to receive words that were out of the dictionary.

They sighed, my lips twitched.

"I'd like to ask," My voice trailed off, grimacing even at the thought of having to initiate a conversation with more or less than five words, "What's... your name?"

"Y/N," They nodded, "L/N. Y/N/L/N." They reached out for a handshake only to immediately retract after a brief awkward seconds of staring. Their name sounded familiar.

"Why are you here?"

"Do I need to reason to?"

"I suppose so, no. But I am curious." Even I don't know why I'm still back here.

Y/n sighed, like I was the one getting on their nerves while it was me who battling against whatever fucked-up demon spawned in my stomach that caused me to feel, things.

"Nothing."

I frowned. "You came here because of.... Nothing?"

"Mhm."

"You are drawing strangers you know nothing about because of nothing?"

"Thought I made myself clear on that first word."

"You've made yourself look foolish than any average person."

"Well, you never told me your name. I think that's foolish enough over my case."

It was my turn to sigh.

"Addams." I reluctantly said to them, "Wednesday, Addams."

Then Y/n looked up at me as if I was some sort of otherworldly deity going back down to earth to finish whatever I started. "Wednesday Addams. I think I've heard that name before."

"No. No, you haven't."

If it wasn't horribly obvious, the sole purpose of my visit to Italy was to neglect everything I left behind in New York—especially deadlines— and hoped my eyes would finally work some sense that would let me start anew.

It was shameful of me, passion that dwindled into something less. If I had the chance, I would've tortured myself for even considering abandoning all of my life's work.

Though, I had my reasons. Even if I had threatened my target population and my audience, it still wouldn't be enough.

In short, I had lost motivation to pursue another book.

I felt as if there was something missing, that I couldn't even dare to even blow the collecting dust in the rims of my typewriter.

I begged for my brain to work, to even produce the slightest idea or word that could have some meaning to it. I was ready to write anything that came to mind, even if it was mediocre.

But, instead, my heart responded.

When I met Y/n, I started writing, and we started talking.

Words flowed through, and my time was wasted on Y/n.

My time was wasted, and they were wasted with their significant other.

I always thought I would suffer the thought of having to live an eternal life with none other than myself, that it was inevitable I was going to perish alone in my own woe.

It remained the same. Now, it's just having to live with the fact that my only greatest love had another.

I felt as if I ate a forbidden fruit once I heard they had someone that loved them as much as I denied myself of the same kind, like I plagued myself with hundreds of years of worry and attachment to someone who had eyes on another, a special muse they had.

Only that I would crumble immediately, tempted to take the fruit in my hands, forever stain my lips of something immoral so that I could forever crawl and weep over them.

In my time in Italy, I thought i'd be avoiding acquaintances that would be much more of a burden to me rather than someone useful. Yet there I was, watching Y/n saunter into my life like the revelation they were.

It's safe to say that Y/n turned out to be anything but a burden. They became someone I looked forward to seeing every day, though I hadn't realized they were motivation until then.

"Wends!"

Their awfully cheerful voice pierced through the air of the restaurant, almost granting the attention from other people as if they shared the same horrendous and dreadful nickname as me.

As much as I fantasized about walking out of the restaurant with y/n's half-broken jaw, I couldn't deny whatever was swirling in my head.

Ever since they knew of that wretched nickname unfortunately given to me by none other by that infectious and the ever infuriating ball of sunshine, Enid Sinclair, they've been calling me it as if I don't have a birth name.

It was a month ever since I've known Y/n, and it was a month of them being a constant presence in my life. They shared breakfast with me, lunches, and sometimes dinners that I somehow always and reluctantly accepted.

They became my routine, and it was a fact I'd sooner die with than confess to anyone.

Y/n slowly approached my table that was filled to the brim with countless of books and my oddly placed typewriter, putting their own stuff down on the seat beside them. "You're here early. You ordered something yet?"

It was 12PM. We agreed on 1, and I came at 10.

I scoffed, keeping my eyes on the typewriter. "You, of all people, should know by now that I would much rather sooner paint myself neon than touch anything on this menu."

I hear y/n setting their elbows on the table, resting their face between their hands. "Aw, c'mon Wends, it wouldn't kill you.

"Cyanide won't, but this will." I stopped writing to take one look at them, obviously and oddly, my gaze never and will never work on them. "Take my advice if you're eager to leave this restaurant with a mouth able to eat and speak."

"Ever the happiest person, Wends." They chuckled, sliding a somehow too bright and colorful menu towards them, "I'll order for you."

I stopped writing all together, "Y/n."

"Wednesday." They raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at her lips. It was over before I was even playing the game. Resistance over their lips felt futile anyway.

"Fine." I sighed, shutting my eyes closed just so that for once I can't have my stomach doing fucking acrobatics at the sight of them. "I will... allow it."

The ever-growing smile that crept up to their face was priceless, I couldn't bring myself to pry my eyes away. Murmuring something along the lines that I was too easy to lure in.

Once a waiter passed our table, Y/n ordered something along the lines of whatever the fuck 'Due Cream Soda Alla Vaniglia e Lampone con Glitter Commestibili' was. I was certain I was going to leave the restaurant with a non-working heart and a stomach turning inside and out.

It took no longer than a minute for Y/n to get a hold one of the numerous books piled infront of me. "Are you studying for something?" They asked, opening it only to close it once they noticed how outdated some of the languages are.

I let a small chuckle pass my lips. "What drives you to such a hypothesis."

They gestured to the books and my typewriter, "By how you're literally surrounded by books and you're on a fucking typewriter instead of a laptop." They pointed out, murmuring another, "Also, who the hell says hypothesis."

"People with functioning frontal lobes." I quipped, letting my fingers write on instinct across the typewriter keys as I listened to Y/n's ramblings. "I'm... writing."

"You're an author?"

"No."

"Then why—"

"Are you a painter? An artist?"

"Well... I—no?"

"Then we both don't know what we're doing."

Y/n fell silent moments after, I couldn't help but miss the sound of their voice. Admitting the mere thought aloud seemed absurd, let alone thinking it in the first place. I would've bashed my head on top of my typewriter if not for my resistance.

"How long will you be staying in Italy?" they eventually asked.

"Two more weeks," I replied. "My flight is already scheduled, I'll be leaving then on."

"Oh."

I wasn't expecting an answer anything other than a hint of happiness that I was eventually leaving their life.

"You are?" They repeated, as if they couldn't believe such a statement even escaped my lips, clear disappointment flickering across their face. "That's not... long."

"I am certainly not saying here indefinitely now that I have something to continue when I've arrived at my destination." I cleared out, doing my very best to escape the impending guilt washing over me.

"I'll miss you, Wednesday."

Their words were sincere. Lovely. It had stopped me from writing all together.

Guilt wasn't a feeling I was familiar with at the time. I rarely come across such a feeble emotion. Now it felt like I've committed something immoral. There were times that I lie for my own convenience, and nothing more than my own reason.

Now it felt like I should've lied for them.

I will forever miss you.

I wrote. I never showed them.

One week had passed and I rarely ever got to see Y/n after. Our encounters became increasingly scarce, and their voice plagued me from days on end.

I clung to the faithless hope I had that they would text me, to reach out, to even show me they're alive and well.

I returned to the museum for every day they were absent in my life, searching for any sign of their presence, but each day ended in disappointment.

Of course, fate is indifferent to my yearning, refusing to grant someone I so desperately sought.

Regret gnawed at me as the days turned into a week, and the week turned into the day before my flight.

"Addams. I've heard from others that you've been writing."

"Who others?"

"I'll spare a name to spare New York a corpse found in their sewage pipes by the time you've, hopefully I assume, returned and not jump off the plane."

"Even if I went off the grid, your nagging would've been in spirit."

"Don't flatter me."

"Don't kill yourself without showing me a video tape in full resolution for me to get through rough weeks. Or maybe take a shotgun and shoot yourself in your garage and let me have the keys to your house."

"Addams."

I sigh. "Yes, the rumors—though I would want that vampires head on a stake—are true. I've been writing."

"What happened to you there? You met someone?"

"How'd you know—No. No, I—I haven't. What makes you come to such a foolish conclusion?"

"Oh my God, someone actually managed Wednesday—I'd rather kill myself before loving anyone—Addams to fall terribly in love with them. Who's the unfortunate soul?"

"I would not be naming them because they do not exist."

"You just stuttered, Wednesday. The only thing making you stumble your words is when you're overdosing on whatever poison you're having for breakfast."

"They're no one."

"How are you such a bad liar when you have countless of bodies hidden across the globe?"

I sigh again, this time, it was out of annoyance. "I'll be hanging up. Goodbye, Barclay. If ever you are considering to kill yourself, call me. I'll be at my most happiest to watch."

"Wait, no, Wednesday! I need progress on your—"

I hung up. It was pointless to answer her calls when I was a mere few step away from boarding a plane. She always had a way of getting under my skin, even from across the damn globe.

But there was one name that would always surface in my thoughts: Y/n.

The mere thought of their name will forever remind me of how my heart wasn't programmed to love.

I reached for my phone, fingers tracing over the cold screen. My mind was tired, blank. The only thing I could ever do is stare at their contact and wish I could've done something better.

I typed out a hesitant message, my thumb hovering over the send button as if it was something that could end my world. Only two thoughts ran to my mind: Would they reply, or would my message be nothing to them?

I almost hit send before I heard footsteps approaching me.

"Y/n?"

I whispered their name, the love I carried for them being surrendered like I'd crawl for them once I reached purgatory.

"What are you doing here?" My eyebrows furrowed. How could they leave me, only to return as I was about to depart? "Why are you here, you disappeared, avoided me, why—"

"He proposed to me."

Oh.

I always thought a near-death experience with a loved one would be the deepest I could feel.

I realized I was wrong.

Now my eyes ached to the sting. Like I was weeping for someone that perished in my heart, I grieve for a living soul that was me. It was pathetic.

I expected them to be overjoyed, over the moon as they would express themselves from time to time.

But when I met their eyes, all I saw were tears streaming down their face.

Oh, how I wished to wipe their worries away.

"Then why are you crying?"

"I don't know if I love him."

"Nonsense... You told me you loved him—"

"Well, maybe I haven't been saying anything true to you!"

"Look, I don't know what I'm doing—I don't know what the hell are we doing. I'm living in some apartment with some guy I don't even know I even love, I'm currently standing here like an idiot to a girl who's just about to leave my life, and you're—"

"You're everything."

It was that moment I realized I was lost in a haze of admiration and love for Y/n.

That I was far too deep in their life that they became mine. I never knew I needed them as much when I told them to leave with me and break up with their significant other.

I never knew I needed their lips onto mine until the moment I pulled them close to me.

Now I ache of them.

"Do you regret it, mother? Being such a fool for someone, you became what you hated most. But you endured it all for them."

Wednesday Addams, seating across the bed from her daughter, Blair Addams. She looked just like you, she'd always wonder.

Wednesday sighed, her hand reaching out to gently touch Blair's. "Do you know the phrase, 'Come ti vidi M’innamorai, E tu sorridi Perchè lo sai?'" she asked softly.

"You know I've never indulged myself in whatever you're reading." She shook her head with a smile. She looked even more like you.

She let her fingers trace patterns on her hand, her gaze wandering else where. "Well, it translates to 'When I first met you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew," she explained.

"And do you believe in that, mother?"

Wednesday could almost smile. Her daughter was always the curious one, yet she always managed to be privy of her life from them. "I always believed Y/N knew the moment we first laid eyes on each other, I fell in love with them."

"So, yes, my raven." She nodded, "I do."

"I never knew Y/n would make me their title, their theme, their muse," Wednesday pondered, "I always wondered why i fell for them."

"Falling is an accident, gullible, like with people who fail to do basic things. But I am one of those people if not more if I fell for their on accident and continued to do so."

She sat beside Blair, her legs crossed beside her. "I've never told you at the time, but Y/n was a painter. And they wanted nothing more but than to forget about their past. They have never told me as to why, but I believe them.""

"I worried that my love was violence. It was pain, it was suffering. But y/n took care of themselves, they took care of me. There is no one in the world who had loved me more than them, I fear that it would break them, that I am deemed no longer someone who is a part of their story."

"Yet here we are."

Wednesday couldn't see the smile creeping from her daughters lips. But she knew it was there, just like how you looked like before. She will always and forever take pride in it.

She always thought her greatest love could be something of a passion, a talent, a hobby perhaps.

But no one told her it could be a person.

Blair stretched and turned on a light beside her bed, opening a drawer and taking out two of Wednesday's books. "Must they be the reason your books has been off to your prior ones, mother? You've written all your life of gore and mystery. Now it's romance."

"Well, I—"

"Oh, I'm definitely the reason why your mother has been subtly—not-so-subtly, switching to the romance genre."

You peered through the door, your body wrapped up in a cozy boritto style and everything with a train draping it's way to your back like some met-gala dress.

"Oh, mon chéri," Wednesday's face lit up at the sight of you, immediately standing up and pulled you close, her arms enveloping you in a warm embrace.

Her lips met yours in soft kisses, leaving the taste of faint vanilla chapstick lingering on your lips. "Why are you up so late?"

"Well," You grinned against her lips, "I felt our bed getting cold and to my surprise my wife isn't nowhere near me. You know how I can't sleep without you." She pulled away, you whined at the lost of contact, but you couldn't smile more brightly as she led you towards your daughter. "G'evening, Blair."

"Evening, Y/n." She greeted you before you kissed her on the forehead.

You leaned against Wednesday's shoulder, whispering softly, "You're telling her our story again?"

Wednesday would've thought her small chuckle went unnoticed, but you definitely heard it. The stupid smile on your face told everything.

Her hand found yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. "She loves it."

"You love it, mother. Probably more than me." Blair retorted back, evident that she was holding back a laugh.

"I do not! When did I ever—"

"Oh, honey, you know love turns your mother into a girl version of your abuelo.

"Do not ever refer to me as my love drunk father or I will subject you to sleeping on the couch." Wednesday rolled her eyes, pinching the back of your palm. "And please do not shame my work of referring to it as such. I've worked hard day and night yet you proceed call it by such an exasperate—"

You turned your head and pressed a kiss on her cheek, the same spot where her freckles resided, causing her to pause mid-sentence. After atleast ten years of being with her, it always made you so giddy.

"Not even in marriage am I spared by your passive aggressive comments," you teased, your lips curling into a smile as you leaned in closer to her.

You hear your daughter sigh after a brief second, "Addams."

Wednesday almost looked shocked, "My Raven, do not call us by our last—"

"Please exit my room. I'll be going to sleep."

And then, the both of them were shoved off before they could even hug their daughter and kiss her goodnight like they always did.

"I... We were rejected, Y/n." Wednesday exclaimed, like she just got struck with the most heartbreaking news. "She used to love our stories together when she was an infant."

You'd think Wednesday was the non-chalant mom who's strict on her child. But, to your surprise, she was the opposite.

She loved Blair just as much she loved you. Hell, you even considered just maybe, maybe not, disowning your daughter because she gets Wednesday's attention more than you do.

You shrugged, taking her hand and leading her to your upstairs bedroom. "It gets stale once in a whileeeOW!" You winced as Wednesday pinched the back of your palm, again. It was starting to become her love language at this point.

"I'm just kidding!" You reassured her, intertwining your fingers with hers as you walked up the stairs together, pulling the door open for your wife. "She's just in her rebellious teen phase, let it go."

Wednesday rolled her eyes, "Too cliche."

"You used to have one too," you scoffed, settling onto your side of the bed and watching as she laid down on hers.

It was a routine you found yourself often doing, taking in the sight of your beloved as if your life with Wednesday was all a dream. You pinch yourself like almost thrice a day just to really make sure.

"Since when?" Wednesday asked, raising an eyebrow in amusement, quietly shuffling towards you.

You sat up for a moment to undo her braids. You always liked playing with her hair, and that one time she asked of you to undo hers, it became a routine. "Since the beginning of time. And somehow, you never grew out of it."

"You didn't even meet me in my teenage years. I am far from rebellious."

"Yes, baby, but not too far from a death penalty." You chuckled, reaching out to gentle stroke her hair, leaning in to press a soft kiss against her forehead.

"Oh, you flatter me," she replied, a smirk across her lips, but the room was too dim to even notice it.

By now, if you were any ordinary person, Wednesday would've made you disappear entirely. But, the thing is, Wednesday always seemed to look at you as if her life never really started until she found you.

Silence managed to take over the atmosphere, you laid back on the comfortable mattress, feeling Wednesday's head nestled on your arms that were tucked under her hair.

You could almost fall asleep in pure bliss knowing that you've met and loved the girl of your dreams if not for her calling out for you.

"Amore." She whispered.

"Amore?" She whispered again, her voice softer than ever before.

You blinked, momentarily. You swore you just heard an angel. "Yes, amore?"

"Can I... Can you—"

You smiled, almost too knowingly. You knew Wednesday, for someone who's such a romantic soul, she's not too expressive on simple terms like these. "Do you want to be the little spoon?"

She grimaced, you could even hear her grunts of disapproval. "I would highly refrain from calling it that before I jump out of bed and skin you from limb to limb. But... yes, I would like to."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips at her response, suppressing a grin to avoid from literally being murdered as you wrapped your arms around her and pulled her close.

Ten years before, if someone had told you that you're going to be doing this to girl you've met at a museum while trying to escape your past, let alone be happily married to her, you would've told them "How the fuck do you know that and please stay away, I have... a boyfriend. I guess."

But now, it seemed so believable. Wednesday was always so relaxed in your arms, your warmth and hers bringing a sort of comfort for the both of you.

You nuzzled your head against the back of her neck, gently moving strands of her hair aside as you pressed soft kisses against her skin, hoping to kick away her tension from the day.

"Stop pouting, Wends," you murmured softly into her skin as you closed your eyes in pure relief.

You hear her scoff, "I am not doing such a humiliating act."

"Oh but you so are." Your grin widening as you pressed another gentle kiss against her nape, "I can hear it from here."

Wednesday let out a sigh, of annoyance? Maybe. But was it tinged with pure adoration and love? Much so. "You don't hear pouts, Y/n."

"When it comes to you, I do and I can."

Silence washed over. This time, you're worried you've teased her that much, she actually got annoyed with you.

"You're awfully quiet. By this time, you're probably threatening to kill me."

"I'm... Sorry." Wednesday whispered, it has an undying tone of tenderness that you don't often see it being expressed through words from her. Slowly, she shifted her body to face yours.

One thing is for certain: She was still so terrifyingly bewitching if not more. She looked pretty in every way possible, it's hard to even believe, it left you in awe.

You feel her gaze darting on your eyes and then drifting down to your lips, hesitating even. It was ridiculous, in the most adorable way possible there is for an Addams like her.

"May I kiss you?"

"You know you're always welcome. It's pointless to ask."

She was the first to reach out, her hand finding it's way to the curve of your cheek, her touch gentle than ever as she traced the line of your jaw as if she was memorizing every feature of yours.

You cupped her face in reciprocation, leaning in closer to where your lips were just hovering inches away from hers. Then, you closed the space between the both of you.

You pulled away, your eyes meeting hers with a soft smile. It was impossible to think that this woman held your heart in her hands like it was nothing.

"Have I ever told you that you're pretty?" you whispered, letting your hands fall to her waist and pulled her close.

"Ever since you've met me."

“You know, I’m surprised you even remember our first meeting.”

“Oh, how could I ever forget my lover?”

You laughed, a symphony that always gets Wednesday to have a slight tug in her lips. “Stop being so romantic. You are a grown woman with a daughter.”

You continued to stare into her eyes as you drape the rest of the blanket for the both for you. "It's hard to think you're the first one to fall in love and not me."

"It's hard to think of anything when you're here with me, te amo." Wednesday replied, her gaze softening almost immediately.

You sighed. "You know I love you, right?"

Wednesday blinked. "I always will."

You smiled.

And Wednesday smiled back.

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a/n: this was longer than i thought. i yap too much in stories i fear

#wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x gnreader #wednesday addams x gn!reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega x female reader

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Picking Out Tulips

~ Tales From Lucifer's Hollow ~

This can be directly blamed on @forlorn-crows and their encouragement for this silly story 💙

Mountain x Rain ~ this is just a random little snippet from a future fic called Petal For Your Thoughts.

Warnings: Rain being head over heels for Mountain and his freckles, sfw, about 900 words

Rain smashed into the door, groaning and immediately feeling like the biggest idiot alive.

“What’d you do?”

“Ugh, nothing.  I’m fine.”  Rain tried to swat at Mountain’s hands but the big ghoul easily pushed them away.  He couldn’t help but sigh when Mountain gently pushed some of his hair back, his fingers running along his forehead and over the small bump that was already forming.  He opened his eyes, squinting up at the tall ghoul but when he saw Mountain grinning down at him he immediately closed them again.  “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You were thinking about it though.”  He let Mountain lead him back into the bathroom, pouting when he looked in the mirror and saw the red mark on his forehead.  “This is your fault by the way.”

“My fault?  What did I do?”

Rain barely suppressed a shriek when Mountain’s big hands gripped his waist, easily lifting him up so he was sitting on the counter.  Their faces were level now and Rain couldn’t help but get lost in Mountain’s green eyes.  The little flecks of gold sparkling in the bathroom lights.  There was a smattering of freckles across his cheeks and nose.  They appeared again along the earth ghoul’s shoulders and even further down on his che–  

“You’re doing it again.”

“I’m literally standing here.”  

Rain huffed, doing his best to look at a point on the wall behind Mountain.  There was too much of him on display.  Too much skin and hair and horns and oh, was that his tail slipping up his le–

“I thought we agreed no,”  He gestured vaguely between them both, his frustration growing as Mountain’s smirk got bigger.  Rain groaned in defeat, leaning forward until his head was resting against Mountain’s warm chest.  A soft ‘ow’ left him at the pressure against the bump on his head.  “You’re being too sexy.”

Mountain’s chest vibrated under his head, the ghoul apparently finding great amusement in Rain’s predicament.  When Rain leaned back with a raised eyebrow Mountain shook his head, following him back so he could press a kiss on the tip of Rain’s nose.

“I’ll try to tone it down.”  He winked, grinning when Rain sighed again.  “Seriously though, how did you hit your head?”

“I came out to ask if you had a spare toothbrush and got uh, distracted.”  Rain couldn’t help but pout when Mountain just stared at him, knowing there was more to the story.  “It was the glasses.”

“Glasses?  Wait, my reading glasses?”

“Yes, you big idiot.  You were just sitting there in bed with your stupid glasses and your stupid tulip catalog.  It was hot.  Sue me.”

“So the sight of me in glasses, picking tulip bulbs out, was too much for you huh?”  Rain nodded primly, choosing to count the freckles on Mountain’s shoulders instead of meeting his eyes.  “Well, I’ll have to warn you next time I’m going to wear them.”

“All the skin didn’t help either.”

“I like sleeping in the nude, you’re lucky I’m wearing shorts.”  

Rain fell forward again, although this time he hooked an arm around Mountain’s shoulders and pushed his nose against the earth ghoul’s neck.  He smelled so good, like the woods and moss.  Like a garden of wildflowers basking in the sun.  It took all of his self control not to slip his tongue out and taste Mountain’s skin.

“Can we go to bed now?”  Mountain didn’t answer, but he wrapped an arm around Rain’s back and then hooked his other one under the water ghoul’s knees.  He easily lifted him up off the counter and carried back into the bedroom, smiling down at Rain’s pout.  “Show off.”

He yelped when Mountain dropped him onto the bed but quickly moved under the covers, burrowing down under the warm sheet and soft quilt.  Mountain climbed in after him, sliding an arm under Rain and tugging him close.  Rain watched him reach over to the side table to grab his discarded catalog but he hesitated at the last moment and looked back towards him.

“Are you going to be ok if I put my glasses back on?”

“I hate you.  Take me home.”

“Help me pick out some tulips first.”

Rain sighed, doing his best to focus on the pictures of flowers and not his extremely attractive boyfriend.  Mountain was almost too good to be true but Rain could see himself getting used to this.  To nights snuggled up in this big bed next to his big earth ghoul.  He spread his hand along the quilt, turning from the catalog to admire the design.

“This is nice, where did you get it?”

“I made it.”

Rain couldn’t help it, he started laughing.  His whole body was shaking with it.  When he managed to look up at Mountain, he started laughing harder.  The poor ghoul look bewildered, probably wondering what the hell was wrong with him.  Rain grabbed the catalog and tossed it onto the floor as he moved to straddle him.  Mountain’s hands quickly grabbed his waist, moving under Rain’s shirt and spreading up his back.  

With delicate fingers Rain took his glasses off and set them onto the table before reaching up to bury his fingers in Mountain’s thick hair.

“Of course you did.”

Mountain’s mouth tasted like tea and toothpaste and a hundred other things Rain never wanted to forget.

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Can I ask for an hsc in which Adam is betrayed by his third wife for the third time (reader)

How would Adam react if he found out about this? Would he give a damn and go to whores or despair?

Thanks you

OH MY GOD ☹️☹️☹️☹️my face when i was writing adam fluff and I saw this notif pop up in my ask box. i think this one might be shorter than anything I write and I apologize for that.

Third time is NOT the charm | Adam x Fem!Wife! Reader

relationship: romantic warnings: mentions of cheating, aruging and just kinda angsty

OHHH HE IS SO HEARTBROKEN

He already had some slight trust issues with you cheating in the past, never fully able to trust you again, so he followed you. Sue him, he wanted to make sure you weren’t seeing someone.

Then he saw you enter an apartment you had never been to before, only to come out way later in the day to you looking so disheveled. He may not be a genius, but he knows for sure that you slept with someone else. 

he gave you chance after chance, and yet you went behind his back once again

it is at this point, that he truly thinks that all of his failed relationships are his fault, that all of his inadequacies outweigh his better qualities, and that he is truly unloveable. 

I would think he would fall into despair. since he forgave you two previous times, I think he was really in love with you. When he loves, he loves hard, making this all the more painful for him. 

He spends a good while mourning the relationship, the love, and just everything. 

Outwardly, he becomes more bitter, more of a dick than ever before. Everyone in heaven already avoids him like the plague, especially since his reputation wasn't the best due to his…whole personality. Now everyone avoids him in fear of him snapping at them. 

But inwardly? He is so insecure and just looking for someone to hold him. A part of him wants to crawl into your arms and curl up like a wounded animal. Hoping that you would tend to it with such care, love, and grace that you once gave him.

Cries and gets drunk to Lute, telling her everything (Lute may or may not be planning your murder)

Begins to overthink your relationship.

Did you ever love him? Did you ever care for him? Were you like this in your life or just to him? Why even stay with him? What did he do to deserve this? Sure he was a shitty person, but he wasn’t a half-bad husband. He had never cheated on any of his wives. 

When he finds the courage to confront you, he is trying so hard to keep it together. He does well, up until you go into detail about why you did it.

Why? You just felt like it.

If it was with three different guys, it would hurt him, yes, but it would hurt him far less than if you told him it was with the same guy. It would uproot his entire being if he found out you slept with Lucifer (once or three times it doesn't matter)

If you did get with Lucifer, this breaks him fundamentally. He lost his first wife (unknown that Eve also slept with him) to that fucking devil and he got nothing for it each time. Just the feeling of betrayal and another wall around his already guarded heart.

He gets so angry at your nonchalance that he bursts for you to get out and that you both are getting a divorce. 

If you don’t care about it, it would hurt him more. In his mind, it shows that you never loved him, truly for him. 

If you care about the divorce, it makes him more angry. Where was this remorse when you cheated on him the first time? What about the second time? Why is it now coming up that he is ending things for good?

Overall not a win-win situation. 

Post-divorce, he vows to himself to not get with anyone. Now he is more of a dick, more nasty, vulgar, and everything under the sun. The pain of your cheating already hurt him in so many more ways that he is emotionally stunted romantically. 

If you tried to get back with him, to start over, he would laugh in your face and spit at you.

I WAS LITERALLY MID WAY THROUGH WRITING THE PREGANT READER FIC WHEN THIS ENTERED MY ASK BOG anon when i catch you when i catch you anon /lh also hope this is what u wanted anon :D

anywayss hope yall enjoyeedd hehe

#hazbin hotel x reader #adam x reader #☾adoniswrites #anon ask #anon request #i didn't know we were HARLOTS #i was writing fluff and i saw this and my heart exploded #this ask tore me up im so sad

[projectbluearcadia]

[P1] Precious First

NSFW Lucifer x F!MC

Spice Rating - 2/4 KINDA SPICY

[ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ]

[ Story Premise - You want to have sex with Lucifer, really. There's just one problem; it's your first time, and you're terrified of what failure will do to you and your relationship. ]

Curse my perfectionism for making this more than one part.

Wordcount - 1233

smutty notes (consult if you haven't read my smut before)

The first time you felt Lucifer’s rock-hard erection, you turned tail and fled his room. 

Well, that wasn’t exactly an accurate picture. To be more exact, Lucifer had been spooning you while half-asleep and fudging adorable… with, of course, a case of morning wood. You’re not really sure what your first thought was, just that your gut reaction was “HOLY SHIT RUN,” rather than “HOLY SHIT THAT’S HOT.” 

In your panic, you excused yourself with some bullshit about needing to submit an assignment ASAP, and Lucifer obligingly let you go, though he was immensely disappointed about the lack of goodbye kiss. Once you’d gotten close to him, he deeply enjoyed your little acts of companionship, especially because you weren’t always guaranteed time with each other. 

You do love him very deeply, and frankly, you wish that you had given him his good-morning kiss or even more than that, but… well, you were scared is all. You’re a virgin, so… doesn’t that… hurt? What if you said the wrong thing? Moreover, what if you hated it? What if you had to fake your orgasms just to make him happy? What if you seized up all the time, and you’d never do it with him, and he’d get stressed and find someone else?  

Lucifer, of course, hadn’t bought your lie, which is why you’re now sitting in the guilty chair at 9 PM while the man in question stands in front of you, his arms barred across his chest while he looks down at you. 

“We can stand here all day MC, or you can tell me what’s bothering you,” Lucifer says tersely, and you swallow as you look up at him. You’re suddenly reminded of when you first met, and the menacing aura he used to have behind him at that point. 

“Nothing’s… bothering me,” you try meekly. 

“And you didn’t scamper out of my bed this morning like a frightened rabbit,” Lucifer replies dryly before his expression softens. “Listen, MC… I’m just…worried I did something to upset you. It’s not like you to lie to me.”

“No! No, you didn’t do anything wrong!” you protest quickly. “I’m just…” Just what? Scared of his dick? Seriously? How are you even supposed to tell him that?

“Just?” he prompts, and you stare pointedly at the floor. Here Lucifer is, getting anxious because you’re anxious, and for what? Like this stubborn bastard would leave you for sex? Sure, maybe he made a lot of suggestive remarks that sent your mind spinning with all sorts of lewd imagery spawned out of smutty writing and artwork, but he loves you for the Devildom’s sake. 

“...virgin,” you mumble, and Lucifer blinks. 

“Pardon?” 

“I’m a virgin.” You finally bring yourself to look back up to Lucifer’s face to see an expression torn between amusement and relief. 

“That’s what you were worried about?” 

“W-Well I can’t help it!” you complain, “I just… I felt your… thingie, and… Sue me!” Lucifer covered his mouth, and it seemed like it took a great force of will for him not to laugh. 

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes. “But MC, I already knew that. It wasn’t my intent to make you feel rushed.” You feel your face grow hot. H-He knew? How the hell did he know that? Since when? 

“Did you… undress me or something…?” you ask, wetting your lips. 

“No. I knew you were a virgin from the moment you asked me why anyone would want lotion that smells and tastes like strawberries.” 

“It was a fair question!” 

“There were plenty of other signs, trust me. But MC, your first time is important to me too. I want you to remember it fondly, and the last thing I want is for you to regret making that decision.” You shake your head urgently. 

“I wouldn’t regret it, I… doesn’t sex, um…  hurt? What if I don’t like it?” 

“It hurts,” he concedes. “Being a man, I can only imagine it, but it depends on the individual, and it doesn’t hurt forever. And if you really don’t like it, which I doubt would ever happen, I will stop when you tell me to stop. MC, I will be there with you every step of the way, so don’t worry so much about it. It should be something fun we’re doing together, understand?” Lucifer plops his hand on your head and ruffles your hair, and you look up at his kind yet stern expression. You swallow thickly through the anxiety simmering in your throat, ignoring all of your doubts for just that moment. Only Lucifer could take the sense of unease away. 

“Can we?” 

“Now?” You nod, before you lose your nerve and chicken out. “MC, are you su—” You kiss him to make him shut up. It’s hesitant and messy, but it gets the point across well enough considering how he smiles. Of course you’re sure. Maybe you’re a bit of a chicken, but you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t fantasized about Lucifer finally fulfilling those suggestive promises. 

A soft squeak spills out of your lips as Lucifer picks you out of your chair and carries you to the edge of his bed, still kissing you as he gently puts you down. You’re glad he does, in part because his kisses are starting to make your knees feel weak. His kisses are always a treat, whether tender or passionate, and right now it’s a mix of both. 

When Lucifer leaves your lips, the sense of loss is brief as he turns his attention towards your cheeks, up towards the shell of your ear—

“I’m going to take my time winding you up, MC.” 

—back down, past your jaw, against your neck. His lips send little tremors quivering across your nerves, and you find yourself offering more of your throat. His fingers are on your shirt, and—oh, that’s a good spot, right there. 

“Mnn,” you softly hum as Lucifer sucks on the skin of your sensitive spot. “I like that.” 

“I know,” he replies, full of his usual brand of smugness. When did he rob you of your shirt? 

“Can I take your shirt off?” Aw, you sound so cute and hesitant. You expect him to tease you about that, and he does. Just a little though.

“I don’t know, can you?” he taunts, and you pick at his waistcoat in retaliation. Still, his collar is barely visible before you let out a startled gasp as Lucifer leans into your chest to press his lips against your bra, the hand that isn’t smoothing up your bare back cupping one breast. “Too much for you?” he teases, although there’s just a hint of concern in his voice that only serves to make your legs shudder. 

“Keep going,” you practically whisper, but judging by the click echoing against your back, he hears you just fine.  You keep picking at his clothes, but it’s hard to focus when he’s busy massaging your tits so wonderfully. Kissing them, squeezing them, rubbing them in his long fingers, draggings his smooth mouth over a perky nipple and—

“Ah!” you yelp, surprised as you feel the sensation ripple pleasantly down your stomach into your loins. For a moment, you think that Lucifer will stop again, but the moment you make eye contact, his tongue is working over you, an appreciative groan echoing against your skin. Oh my god. He likes doing this.

#of course he likes it #he loves you #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #fanfiction #obey me! #shameless self indulgence #obey me lucifer smut #lucifer smut #lucifer x reader #lucifer x mc

[scarlett-vixen]

ooooh congrats on 300!! could I request O with Mammon for your event? fluff would be cute! thank you!!

Thank you!! All these mammon requests make my heart happy, he deserves better ⚠️ full disclosure: I’ve never personally had my wisdom teeth removed but have witnessed several friends have it done so I’m basing my knowledge from that don’t sue me

Prompt: O- Operation

Pairing: Mammon x Gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff

“NUH-UH! NO WAY!”

“Mammon, please,” Lucifer groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose “you don’t have a say in the matter, this is not your decision!”

“Don’t care! Ain’t no way I’m lettin’ em do this!! NOT TO MY HUMAN!!” The second born was in full defense mode, guarding you with his body while staring down the oldest who sat at the end of the table. He was so loyal to you, even when he didn’t know what he was protecting you from.

“Mams?” You chuckled “do you even know what they’re going to do to me?” Knowing full and well he did not know the exact operation you would undergo.

“N-no….but I don’t care! Satan said they might have to put you to sleep to do it! And NO ONE is puttin’ you to sleep!” Mammon turned halfway to face you, still keeping an eye on Lucifer. What started as a simple discussion about you needing a surgical procedure had snowballed into the argument currently playing out.

It all started a week ago, you were having some pain in the back of your mouth, it started off mild but soon became unbearable. You kept the pain to yourself as best you could, not wanting to alarm the brothers, but lost control of the situation when you were out eating at Ristorante Six with the brothers plus everyone from Purgatory Hall.

You were careful to take small bites, not wanting to inflict pain on yourself during this group meal, but got caught up in a story Simeon had been telling the table.

“OW! SHIT!!” The pain shot through your jaw, you grabbed your cheek with both hands as if that would help somehow.

“Language!” Asmodeus scolded, covering Luke’s ears

“Oi! What happened?!”

“Were you attacked by someone?”

Mammon and Lucifer were both on their feet immediately, ready to interrogate your attacker. You started to answer but the pain in your mouth was too strong, you folded in on yourself causing even more panic from the table.

Eventually the pain subsided enough for you explain what happened, you scheduled an appointment to be seen the next day, Solomon had accompanied you since the appointment was in the human world and he had the most knowledge on how to help you if something went wrong.

As you suspected you needed your wisdom teeth removed, you returned home to inform the others that you would be undergoing an oral surgical procedure and would probably be on bed rest for a few days after to recover.

Needless to say this invoked some very heartfelt but confused questions.

“THEY JUST STEAL YOUR TEETH LIKE THAT?!”

“Wait, so do humans store their wisdom inside their mouths? Are you going to be dumb after this?”

“You have to wait how long until you can eat normal food again??”

“Darling, I love you but if you drool blood on me I may throw up…and that’s not very glamorous.”

But nothing could have prepared you for the battle Mammon put up. He was already upset that some doctor was going to be removing things from you, then he found out you would be traveling to the human world for the surgery.

He argued and fought with Lucifer for the next hour, after realizing that he wasn’t giving up anytime soon you finally made an offer.

“Why doesn’t Mammon just go with me? I need someone to watch over me while I’m there and to help me get back here. He already watches out for me on a daily so what’s the difference?”

Lucifer gave in quickly, just wanting to be done with the conversation. Mammon still wasn’t happy about the surgery but felt better being the one to look after you.

The day of the operation arrived and the two of you traveled up to the human world. You sat in the waiting room in anticipation of being called back to begin prepping.

“Still don’t see why they gotta take stuff from ya…perfect the way ya are…”

“What?” You questioned.

“What?!” The second born jumped, unaware he had said that out loud.

“Mams I promise, I’ll be fine! Humans have this done all the time, plus if I don’t do this I’ll still be in pain and you don’t want that right? It’s a one day thing, I’ll be in and out.” You placed a hand on his thigh trying to comfort him.

“Yeah, yeah I know! Satan let me read the books he had…” He shifted in his seat and crossed his arms “it’s just… what if ya don’t wake up? What if they mess up and use too much anesthesia or not enough or they take the wrong teeth or they sneeze and cut the wrong thing or—“

“MAMS!” You grabbed his face with both hands. “You’re spiraling. I promise I will be okay! I brought you here to make me feel better, not to panic and start writing my obituary.”

The second born blushed realizing he was probably just adding on to your stress, he put his arm around you pulling you close hoping to soothe both your nerves.

Eventually you were called back, Mammon reluctantly let you go and sat by himself waiting for you to return. After what seemed like an eternity the two of you were reunited, luckily you had warned him about the after affects the pain medication and anesthesia had on humans otherwise he would have sworn they replaced you with someone else.

The journey home had been long and extremely entertaining for both of you, Mammon had to remind you who he was about four times but you were always very polite when asking, you babbled on about things that made no sense at all, you kept asking him if he was old because of his white hair, he truly felt like a babysitter at this point.

Once home he helped you to your room, which you somehow remembered perfectly but asked about ‘the grumpy old guy who yelled at you for being late and looked like he needed to get laid’. Mammon had pushed you into your room before his brothers could start interrogating this new and very honest version of you or before Lucifer could strangle you.

“Geez, ya sure know how to get yerself in trouble huh? Where’d ya learn that from!?” The second born huffed as he helped take off your shoes.

“I learned it from this really cute guy I know,” you let out an unusually high pitched laugh “he gets in trouble a lot!”

“Oh yeah?” Mammon threw your shoe to the side and snapped his head up to look at you, the small amount of anger he felt hearing you say ‘cute guy’ vanished when he looked up at you.

Even in your delirious and drunk state you were still breath taking to him, your cheeks were a bright red, you held your hands together between your thighs, you had the goofiest grin on your face. He’d never seen you this smitten before and wanted to photograph the moment but was frozen in his spot when you kept talking.

“Mhmmmm, he’s super taaaall, has reeeeeally pretty eyes, he’s super funny and smart,” Mammon was convinced you were referring to one of his brothers until you unleashed the most crucial detail. “and he has the prettiest and softest white hair too!”

Mammon’s heart swelled in his chest, how dare you say all these cute things to him while totally unaware of what’s going on! He thought he was going to explode, he wanted to kiss you right then and there, nobody had ever said such sweet things about him. He wanted to see how much more you would say about him but knew it wasn’t fair in your current state.

“Psh, he doesn’t sound so hot to me, just a normal guy.” Mammon stood up finally, he turned to collect your discarded shoe.

“Nope, not even close! He’s a Demon Lord!” The second born glanced over his shoulder to see you gently kicking your feet as your legs hung off the bed, he was baffled by how easily humans were affected by pain killers.

“Yeah, well ya better keep yer mouth shut about that last part, unless ya want Lucifer to tie ya up!” He bent down to pick up your shoe.

“I’d rather tie up his younger brother.”

Mammon froze again, his face flushed and his heart went wild, you really had no filter did you? This operation had been both a blessing and a curse for him, he needed you to recover fast so he could return the favor.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me fanfic #obey me mammon x gn!reader #obey me mammon fluff #obey me mammon x reader #kats 200+ event #omswd mammon #om! mammon

[sisiofthemultifandom]

My Massive SHIP LIST

The following is a LONG list of all the ships I enjoy from a moderate to an extreme amount and have probably looked at fanfiction for at some point. Keep in mind this doesn't include every movie and/or show I've ever watched and I may make edits to this at a later time. Godspeed you unfortunate witness.

Agents of SHIELD

Coulson X May

Daisy X Lincoln

Fitz X Simmons

Bobbi X Hunter

Mack X YoYo

Arcane

Caitlyn X Vi

Arrowverse

Oliver X Laurel

Roy X Thea

Diggle X Lyla

Barry X Patty

Wally X Jesse

Caitlin X Ronnie

Kara X Mon-El

Alex X Maggie

Brainy X Nia

Attack on Titan

Eren X Mikasa

Falco X Gabi

Bertdholt X Annie

Ymir X Krista

Levi X Hange

Avatar the Last Airbender/Legend of Korra

Katara X Zuko

Aang X Toph

Sokka X Suki

Aang X Katara

Bolin X Korra

Avengers (MCU)

Steve X Natasha

Tony X Pepper

Thor X Jane

Wanda X Vision

Peter Q X Gamora

Scott X Hope

T’Challa X Nakia

Matt X Karen

Luke X Jessica

Peter P X MJ

Bucky X Sarah

Ben 10

Ben X Julie

Kevin X Gwen

Berserk

Guts X Casca

Bleach

Ichigo X Rukia

Uryu X Orihime

Tatsuki X Orihime

Gin X Rangiku

Toshiro X Momo

Boku no Hero Academia

Izuku X Occhako

Todoroki X Momo

Bakugou X Kirishima

Eraserhead X Present Mic

Castlevania

Trevor X Sypha

Alucard X Greta

Class of the Titans

Jay X Theresa

Atlanta X Archie

Critical Role

Percival X Vex’ahlia

Vax’ildan X Keyleth

Scanlan X Pike

Sylas X Delilah

Fjord X Jester

Beau X Yasha

Caleb X Essek

Imogen X Laudna

DC Comics

Clark X Lois

Bruce X Selina

Diana X Steve

Barry X Iris

Wally X Linda

Hal X Carol

Carter X Shiera

Oliver X Laurel

Arthur X Mera

Constantine X Zatanna

Dick X Barbara

Tim X Stephanie

Garfield X Rachel

Conner X Cassie

Kate X Maggie

Hank X Dawn

Garth Ranzz X Imra Arden

Nura Nal X Thom Kallor

Jo Nah X Tinya Wazzo

Val Armorr X Princess Projectra

Kara Zor-El X Querl Dox

Lar Gand X Tasmia Mallor

Demon Slayer

Tanjiro X Kanao

Zenitsu X Nezuko

Giyu X Shinobu

Digimon

Taichi X Sora

Koushiro X Mimi

Takeru X Hikari

Takato X Jeri

Rika X Ryo

Izumi X Junpei

Disney Animation

Mulan X Shang

Eric X Ariel

Simba X Nala

Tiana X Naveen

Tarzan X Jane

Rapunzel X Eugene

Hercules X Meg

Aladdin X Jasmine

Doctor Who

11 X Clara

Dota - Dragon's Blood

Davion X Mirana

Evangelion

Shinji X Kaworu

Fairy Tail

Natsu X Lucy

Erza X Jellal

Gray X Juvia

Wendy X Romeo

Final Fantasy

Zack X Aerith

Cloud X Tifa

Squall X Rinoa

Tidus X Luna

Lightning X Snow

Noel X Serah

Noctis X Luna

Fire Emblem

Byleth X Dimitri

Fullmetal Alchemist

Ed X Winry

Roy X Riza

Ling X Lan Fan

GI Joe

Snake Eyes X Scarlett

Garo

Kouga X Kaoru

Ryuga X Rian

Raiga X Mayuri

Gatchaman

Ken X Jun

Gundam

Domon X Rain

Shinn X Stella

He-Man (OG Continuity)

Adam X Teela

Adora X Sea-Hawk

Duncan X Sorceress

InuYasha

InuYasha X Kagome

Sango X Miroku

Sesshomaru X Kagura

Kohaku X Rin

Invincible

Mark X Eve

Kamen Rider

Hongo X Ruriko

Godai X Ichijo

Shoichi X Hikawa

Shinji X Miho

Takumi X Mari

Kenzaki X Hajime

Yuuto X Airi

Wataru X Mio

Tsukasa X Natsumi

Shotaro X Tokime

Ryo X Akiko

Eiji X Hina

Gentaro X Nadeshiko

Ryusei X Tomoko

Haruto X Koyomi

Kouta X Mai

Kaitou X Yoko

Shinnosuke X Kiriko

Gou X Reiko

Takeru X Akari

Alain X Kanon

Emu X Poppy

Sento X Banjo

Kazumin X Misora

Gentoku X Sawa

Sougo X Tsukuyomi

Aruto X Izu

Fuwa X Yua

Touma X Kento

Rintaro X Mei

Keiwa X Neon

Kingdom Hearts

Kairi X Sora X Riku

Aqua X Terra

Lea X Isa

Roxas X Xion

Riku X Namine

Lucifer

Lucifer X Chloe

Maze X Eve

Magic Knight Rayearth

Hikaru X Lantis

Umi X Clef

Fu X Ferio

Marvel Comics

Steve X Sharon

Tony X Pepper

Thor X Sif

Hank X Janet

Reed X Sue

Peter X MJ

Wanda X Vision

Jean X Scott

Kitty X Colossus

Rogue X Gambit

Rachel X Kurt

Black Bolt X Medusa

Clint X Bobbi

Bucky X Natasha

Matt X Elektra

Luke X Jessica

Warren X Psylocke

Miraculous Ladybug

Adrien X Marinette

Alya X Nino

Naruto

Naruto X Hinata

Sasuke X Karin

Sakura X Rock Lee

Neji X TenTen

Shikamaru X Temari

Ino X Sai

Choji X Karui

Gaara X Matsuri

Kakashi X Might Guy

Asuna X Kurenai

Tsunade X Dan

Yahiko X Konan

Ouran HighSchool Host Club

Haruhi X Tamaki

Persona

Yu X Rise

Chie X Yukiko

Kanji X Naoto

Ren X Makoto (or Kasumi if we're going with Royal canon)

Power Rangers

Tommy X Katherine

Jason X Trini

Adam X Tanya

TJ X Cassie

Andros X Ashley

Karone X Zhane

Leo X Kendrix

Carter X Dana

Wes X Jen

Cole X Alyssa

Taylor X Eric

Tori X Blake

Trent X Kira

Sky X Z

Doggie X Kat

Nick X Madison

Mack X Rose

Casey X Lily

Dillon X Summer

Ziggy X Dr. K

Kevin X Mia

Mike X Emily

Troy X Gia

Tyler X Shelby

Eddie X Vesper

Marv X Chloe

Amelia X Ollie

Ranma ½

Ranma X Akane

Revolutionary Girl Utena

Utena X Anthy

Rurouni Kenshin

Kenshin X Kaoru

RWBY

Ruby X Penny

Blake X Sun

Weiss X Marrow

Yang X Weiss

Jaune X Pyrrha

Ren X Nora

Qrow X Summer

Sailor Moon

Usagi X Mamoru

Ami X Zoisite

Rei X Jadeite

Minako X Rei

Makoto X Nephrite

Minako X Kunzite

Saint Seiya

Seiya X Shaina

Hyoga X Eri

Shiryu X Shunrei

Shun X June

Ikki X Esmeralda

Deathmask X Aphrodite

Aiolia X Lyfia

Yato X Yuzuriha

Sasha X Tenma

Koga X Yuna

Souma X Sonia

She-Ra (Netflix Version)

Adora X Glimmer

Catra X Scorpia

Star Wars

Obi-Wan X Satine

Anakin X Padme

Ahsoka X Lux

Luke X Mara Jade

Han X Leia

Finn X Rey X Poe

Din Djarin X Bo-Katan

Super Sentai

Ryu X Kaori

Sasuke X Tsuruhime

Chisato X Kouichirou

Shun X Miku

Yuri X Tatsuya

Yosuke X Ikkou

Isshu X Nanami

Mari X Ban

Sen X Umeko

Doggie X Swan

Sakura X Akashi

Masume X Natsuhi

Rio X Mele

Sosuke X Miu

Chiaki X Kotoha

Takeru X Mako

Alata X Eri

Hyde X Moune

Marvelous X Luka

Joe X Ahim

Daigo X Mikoto

Tokatti X Mio

Hikari X Kagura

Yamato X Sela

Amu X Tusk

Lucky X Hammie

Balance X Naga

Keiichiro X Tsukasa

Sakuya X Umika

Koh X Asuna

Bamba X Asuna

Shigeru X Sayo

Tarou X Sonoi

Sword Art Online

Kirito X Asuna

The Dragon Prince

Callum X Rayla

Amaya X Janai

ThunderCats

Lion-O X Cheetara

Bengali X Pumyra

Transformers

Optimus X Elita-One

Arcee X Hot Rod

Bulkhead X Wheeljack

Silverbolt X Blackarachnia

Ultraman

Ken X Mari

Voltron

Shiro X Matt

Keith X Allura

Lance X Pidge

Hunk X Shay

Winx Club

Bloom X Sky

Musa X Riven

Flora X Helia

Stella X Brandon

Tecna X Timmy

Layla X Nabu

#sisi's rambles #fandom #shipping #otp #agents of shield #arcane #arrowverse #attack on titan #avatar the last airbender #bleach #mcu #ben 10 #castlevania #my hero academia #critical role #dc comics #demon slayer #tokusatsu #kamen rider #power rangers #super sentai

[roonyxx]

Firefly Chapter 10: Knocking on Heaven's Door

By Roonyxx and Jay-and-dean

Pairings : future Dean x reader ?

Summary :  40 years in Hell, but he didn’t spend all this time all alone, he had her.

Prepare to know what happened during those years Dean never talks about. To immerge yourself in Hell, only lit by the mysterious kid growing here…

And to see some of your favorite villains again : Crowley, Lilith, Lucifer… And also Sammy and Jack…

Serie Warnings : Hurt!Dean, Hell (torture, even if we tried to not give it graphic descriptions, creepy demons, blood, violence), swearing, angst, future fluff and smut.

This story is in both Reader’s POV and Dean’s POV

Wordcount : 4600

Note : This is our second collaboration. We can’t both edit the same post, so we decided we would post 1 chapter/2 each, like we did for Same.

We both worked as much on this story and it’s the result of both our brains but also both our hearts.

Please, if you want to show love for this story, don’t forget we were together in this.

This is the last chapter of Firefly, @jay-and-dean​​ hope you all enjoyed the ride and we thank you so much or your amazing feedback! You’re all awesome people! Jay and I thank you so much for all your kind words :D. Enjoy the very last chapter of this long journey xxx.

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10. Knocking on Heaven’s Door

Dean’s Pov

She was smiling, as usual. Smiling despite the horrors she had known almost her whole life, despite the people around her, stressed and bitter like they can be in big cities. Smiling despite Dean acting like they hadn’t made love…

“Hey” she chuckled, taking a big bite of her hotdog, a little mustard falling at her feet. “We can’t see the stars, okay, but you must admit big cities offer some amazing distractions.”

“Mh…” Dean answered absent-mindidly, following another drop of mustard threatening to fall on her sweater with his eyes. 

But she obviously didn’t mind getting messy.

Her eyes widened and she wiped her hand on her jeans to tug at his sleeves, showing something like an excited child. But it took Dean a few moments to stop looking at her radiant face to turn to what she was showing.

“Dean !” she said with her mouth full, her free hand in front of it. “Street dancers !”

“Yeah” he smiled, amused by that never ending enthusiasm, that hunger for life.

She tugged at his arm, leading him in the middle of the little crowd that gathered around a group of young men dancing Capoeira.

The evening was clear and softly warm, and the traditional music was making it seem even warmer. Dean had never stopped to look at dancers in a big city square at night. He had never ran in a field without being chased by a monster either. And now he knew it : He had never loved like that.

After he had taken her to the best spot he knew to see the stars, they had slept in the car, they had eaten in an indian restaurant, and the fattest burger Dean could have found, they had ridden for hours to see New Orleans, drank until they were falling asleep on each other in the bar, they had almost kissed in that zoo, and he had almost let go a thousand times.

He had never been so alive. Forgetting the monsters for a few days, or a few weeks ? He had lost track of time… He wouldn’t stop, hunting, because it was his life and he had chosen it, but as long as she would be there, he would never forget to live again.

Sam had found a hunt in Chicago, and since they had made it here, Y/n had never stopped to drag them everywhere to see everything. And after their trip to the Millenium Park, she insisted on eating from food trucks and walking in the streets with Dean at her arm. 

“I learned to dance, you know” she said, barely audible in the music.

“You did ?” he smiled, his eyes glued to her, to the reflection of the city lights in her eyes.

“Not this dance, but, I did ! Jada, the other waitress at Sue’s bar, she danced, she taught me moves” saying that, she swayed her hips and giggled a little. 

“Very nice” he chuckled.

“Stop making fun of me” she smiled, looking up to dive in his eyes. 

And once again, Dean almost bent to kiss her. He almost gave in to his overwhelming love and held her like the treasure she was, but he licked his own lips instead, and wrapped his arm around her to hold her head against his mouth as he smelled her hair. 

“My Dean” she whispered, turning to nuzzle against him.

“We should go back to the motel, we have to get up early tomorrow” he said. “And we can’t let Sam do all the work, right ?”

“Yes” she nodded. “Let’s go back and find out if I can be a hunter !”

The motel was one of the worst Dean had known. They had booked something really cheap out of town, in the area where the murders had occurred. Prostitutes were walking its corridors and at least four different types of drugs were roaming the place.

      But she didn’t seem to mind.

      He entered the room they had finally booked for her, to avoid making one of them sleep on the sofa, which was really dirty.

“Hey Firefly” he entered after knocking. “I don’t like you being alone here, so I told Sam I will sleep in your room.”

She smiled, looking up from her book.

His false excuse floated between them for a moment but they both knew there was another reason, he just hated to be away from her. He hated it because he felt like he would miss something. What if she laughed and he didn’t hear it ? What if his hand wasn’t here when she wanted to take it ?… 

“That’s good news, but why ?” she said, getting up to arrange the single bed next to hers.

“This place is shady. And the cops just took a corpse out…”

“Oh” she frowned with a sorry look. “You know Dean, I have known places worse than that.”

“Yeah well, you grew up in Hell, but those are not the same kind of bad people. Believe me some humans are crazier than demons.”

She opened her bag, and took sheets out of it, to change the one the motel had put on the bed, carefully.

“Oh, you take clean sheets with you” he chuckled.

But she didn’t answer that question.

“I wasn’t talking about Hell” she stated, working to make his bed more welcoming.

 Reader’s Pov

      Dean always wanted to protect her, and over the years growing up with his stories, she knew quite clearly that he thought it was his role.

So she let him. There would be a time for taking this burden out of his shoulders, one day, bit by bit ; but for now he needed it. It gave him a goal, helped him feel in control. That’s why she didn’t object that she could kill any crazy human, like he said, pretty easily if she had too. That’s why she was making his bed, simply enjoying the idea of him next to her during the night.

“You slept in places like that ?” he asked, joining to help her with the sheets. “When you were on Earth the first time…”

“Well” she hummed calmly. “The first months, it was only when I was lucky.”

“Shit” he groaned, rubbing his face. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there.”

“You were in Hell, Dean” she stated. “Then you had no idea I was here. Really, nothing bad happened to me, I just learned life the hard way… Didn’t you too ?”

“I at least had a family.”

“I had superpowers” she winked with a little smile, making him chuckle.

      Once the bed was done, she sat on hers, cross-legged like she always did in his cell, and waited for him to take his jacket off and sit too.

“Tell me more Firefly” he asked. “I’m always the one telling you stories. I want to hear yours.”

She smiled a little and started thinking, to organize her story.

“There were those explosions of power” she started. “When Lilith locked me and when Crowley tricked me into believing you were free… I remember it like violent explosions.”

His eyes were glued to hers, emotions vibrating in his green irises.

“I was consumed by rage and everything was blurry except those waves of fire inside of me” she continued. “Then all went calm. Not outside of course, the world was swarming and loud, but my fire was silent, and I had no idea what to do… So I sat and waited. I have no idea how long. But, Dean, when I decided to live, you were with me. Every second of it, you were with me.”

He came to sit next to her, his hand grasping hers.

“You were with me when I slept in the street, and found the existence of foster homes. When I was hungry, or scared. You were with me when I first laughed and when I finally looked up to the sky… Then I met Sue” a little smile crossed her face. “You would have loved her, and she made the best pie, ‘extra butter’ was her secret. It wasn’t really a secret when you tasted it, and your fingers were all greasy” she chuckled. 

“I’m so glad you found her” he nodded. 

“She found me… We both had our angel” saying that, she dropped a small kiss on his shoulder. “She really wanted to meet you, I talked about you all the time” Y/n added, then she looked away for a second. “She called you Prince Charming.”

“Yeah I’m pretty far from that…”

Another silence fell on them.

She turned to lay with her head on his thighs. It was something she had dreamed to do for a long time. The thing she remembered the most of her time on Earth, was painfully wanting to be held just like she used to rock him for all those years.

“Are you ?” she whispered, her love barely hidden in the words.

His sigh made her snuggle closer to him. His body welcomed her, moving a little to make her more comfortable, his hand pushing a stray of her hair out of her face, and drawing the contour of her face.

Heaven.

“Do you remember…” she murmured, totally engrossed in enjoying the brush of his fingers on the side of her head. “When you talked to me about classic rock the first time ?”

“I must have talked about classic rock a lot” he softly smiled.

“I went to a Bob Dylan concert” she said without looking up. “It was a festival in summer and I went there alone and got drunk and a little stoned. Cried a lot when he played Knocking on Heaven’s door.”

“Really ?” his voice was soft and pensive. “I think I would have cried with you… If I could have been with you… When I think that I was there, somewhere in this country, wasting my time. I missed everything.”

“Not everything” she hummed, closing her eyes to focus on his large hand stroking her head like he had done it his whole life. “You weren’t wasting your time.”

“How was it ?” he asked low.

“It was my first concert ever, it was amazing… I swayed to the music and made out with a girl” she let out a slight laugh at the memory.

Dean looked down with a little frown, and she looked up to give him an amused smile but his face stayed flustered. 

Jealous.

Behind the sordid thin walls, people started to scream, fighting about sad subjects with bitter words. But all she could focus on was his touch and his smell. His eyes turned to the wall, his pupils contracting in wary.

“Screams, always screams…” Dean sighed.

At his words, Y/n sat up, breaking their comfy bubble of tenderness that was disturbed by yet a little more violence and hate. 

“Lay down” she said.

And Dean just obeyed without a word, taking his shoes off to put his legs on the single bed, laying on his side to face her.

She joined him slowly, her face only a few inches from his, their knees touching, both shyly resting on the edge of the bed. 

A comfortable smile appeared on her face, she raised her hand and carefully put it flat on his ears, pressing just enough to muffle the screams.

“No more screams” she mouthed without any sound.

From here, she could see the perfect lines of his face, she could see the freckles she always loved more than stars, and the wrinkles on his skin… She could also see the thousand thoughts in his glistening eyes.

It was easy, and it was natural. She had been made to protect him, she felt like the case for his diamond eyes.

His hand started moving, grazing her side, flattening on her shoulder to squeeze it softly in a sensual gesture. It went up more, holding the side of her neck, his thumb pressing gently under her chin, stealing a very soft moan out of her. Then, imitating hers, it landed on her ear, covering half her head, fingers tangled on her hair.

“No more screams” he mouthed too. 

And they both stayed there in the calm of the other, looking at each other until Dean’s eyes ended up closing his, when sleep fell peacefully on him.

Dean’s Pov

He felt a warmth enveloping his body, a reassuring pressure on his chest. He opened one eye to see her snuggled on his chest, he felt her even breaths like hot waves rolling over his right pectoral. 

He smiled as he wrapped his arms around her body, enjoying this moment while it lasted. He couldn’t look away from her peaceful face, how her hands clung to his shirt, her hair looked somewhat messy but still perfect. 

With one hand he pushed a stray hair from her face, as soon as she felt his touch, her head leaned towards it, like she craved his touch as much as he craved hers. He put his hand on her head, keeping her close to his chest, to his heart. Because that was where she belonged.

But he knew this couldn’t happen everyday, he had to keep her safe, he had to protect her. So he would keep his distance, even if it broke his heart.

With a sigh he carefully unwrapped her hands from his body and slipped from underneath her, replacing his chest with a pillow. He took his shoes that were still lying next to the bed and watched her sleep for a moment, burrowing her face deeper into the pillow with a frown on her features.

He had his hand on the doorknob when he heard her soft voice.

“Do you have to go ?” her voice sounded hurt, as if asking it was like tearing a little piece of her heart.

He turned and saw her sitting up right in the middle of bed, her face no longer held that spark he loved so much and he hated himself for putting it out. 

He stepped towards her and sat on the edge of the bed.

“I… I have too” he said without meeting her eyes.

“Why ?” she whispered.

He looked up at her, searching her face, searching for that answer, because everyday he was with her, he could feel his walls coming down bit by bit. 

Why ?

Because he had too, because she was too pure and good for him…

“Because I’m no good for you” he couldn’t keep his voice straight, he wanted nothing more than to be what she deserved, but she deserved the world, and he was far from that.

She moved closer to him and cupped his cheek.

“Dean, you’re the best that ever happened to me. You shaped me to the person I am today. We need each other, I know we have this connection Dean, you can’t deny it” she said as she took his hand in hers.

He was holding back tears, he never got this emotional, but she meant so much to him.

“I-I’m poison Firefly, I can’t lose you, not again” he felt a tear roll down his face as his walls started to crumble. 

She took both his hands in hers and he felt her squeeze them a little.

“You won’t lose me Dean. Never, I won’t let that happen and you’re not poison. You were the only hope I had in my life, you were the only one to show me kindness in a cold and harsh place like Hell. You call me Firefly but don’t forget, you’re mine too, Dean” her eyes held tears as she spoke to him.

Her firefly ? Her light ? How could he be light ? Her words resonated in his mind, hitting the corners of it like a blinded moth, before it reached his soul. Was it possible, indeed, that she was the one he never hurt, the one that had seen the darkest of him and didn’t mind at all ; the one that was made of the same clay ? A matter born in pain and darkness, but still aiming for light…

“I’ve lost everyone” he said as he held her hands tight. “I-I can’t lose you Firefly, I can’t. And I can’t damage you.” 

She leaned forward to press her lips on his, he could taste the salty tears on them.

“No you can’t and you won’t Dean, you know how strong I am. Nothing can take me from you, not even you” she held his head close, foreheads pressed together. “But I don’t want to be your responsibility. I learned to live, thanks to you, I learned to live on my own, Dean. So if you give me a few weeks to find a place, maybe a job…”

“Don’t…” he cut her with a strangled voice. 

Just the idea of letting her go was unbearable. The idea of her alone in an apartment…

“I can be your friend” she continued. “If you need a friend, I will be your friend. I… I can visit when you invite me.”

“No” he whined.

“You’re free Dean” she stated low. “I’m not chains, I’m not them… But you will always be the only one….”

“I… I l-love you, Firefly.” he whispered so softly he thought she wouldn’t have heard it.

But she did. Her Y/E/C looked deep into his green ones.

“I’ve loved you since I was fifteen, Dean. I’m never gonna stop loving you” she ran her thumbs over his cheek bones.

He kissed her again, he couldn’t hold back anymore, his walls didn’t crumble because around her the walls just didn’t exist. He loved her, he always did but in Hell he didn’t have the room for those kinds of emotions and now that she was back, now that she was real, those emotions were hitting him now all at once. 

He couldn’t hold back anymore.

He deepened the kiss as he laid her back on the bed, his hands pushed her shirt up to roam her sides. Her fingers tangled in his hair to tug at it, making him groan.

He sat up to tug his flannel off his shoulders as she crossed her arms over her body to pull her shirt over her head, leaving her in nothing but her cute little pj shorts. 

Dean groaned at the sight of her. He bent forward to take one of her nipples in his mouth, making her gasp as she tugged on his t-shirt. With one hand he reached to the back of his shirt and took it off, crushing his chest on hers, kissing from her neck up to her lips.

“I love you, Y/n” he moaned in her ear, his hips rolling into hers as his arousal grew behind the confines of his jeans. 

He wasn’t afraid of saying it anymore, she knew anyway. She was in his heart, and she could feel it, so hiding made no sense…

“I love you too, Dean” her hands went to unbuckle his belt, tugging eagerly at it. “I need you” 

She pushed down his pants and underwear, he needed to sink inside of her, deep inside of her. In fact, if he could, he would sleep in the center of her soul. 

He helped her take his clothes off, his hands janked her shorts down her legs and threw it aside. She seemed to need it as much as him. His lips were attached to every inch of her skin. 

She arched her back as little ruby fireflies started to appear in the room, spinning and moving in the air like dragonflies around them. Dean looked up from her neck for a second.

“This is beautiful” he stated with a lazy smile, last time, her magic firework was golden.

She hummed as she wrapped her legs around his waist, encouraging him to take her, her lips peppering his neck and shoulders with warm kisses.

His hard cock was rubbing on her folds, impatient. He groaned loud, desire consuming him..

“Baby… you’re so wet” he used his thumb to push his cock deeper between her folds, making them spread around the wide head of his cock. 

“So beautiful” he whispered as he pushed inside.

His arms came to rest next to her head, caging her, lips claiming hers as he thrusted steadily into her.

Her ecstatic moans and his possessive groans filled the room as he stretched her out, more bright dancing ruby dots appeared in the room, casting a red glow onto the lovers.

Her hands gripped his shoulders tight as he thrusted harder into her, his pace fastening. The memory of the neighbours fighting was long gone, the sounds of their skin hitting skin filling the room.

“I’m close D-Dean” she gasped against his lips. 

Her walls clenched hard around his member, empathizing her words.

“I’m right behind you baby, come for me” he lowered his body so they were flush against each other as she came hard around him.

The little scarlet fireflies turned to light snowflakes of the brightest ruby and started to fall on them, like fresh snow, covering them in a soft red dust.

“DEAAN YES” she screamed into the night. 

He was with her, and needed nothing more than a second, his face nuzzled into her neck as his hips snapped hard into her, groaning loud when he filled her up with his cum.

“FUCK BABY” he fell limp on her as the last drops of cum left his cock, welcomed by her body.

He lifted his head up to look at her, a blissed out smile on her face when her eyes met his. The gloomy room now looked like it was sprinkled with love and dreams. They were both out of breath when she asked :

“What does this mean Dean ?” 

She pushed the sweaty hair that stuck to his forehead aside.

“How do you mean ?” he rested his chin softly on her chest as he looked up at her.

“Us, what are we now ?” her fingers ran through his hair as she stared deep into his eyes.

“We’re together” he said with a smile. “I mean if that’s what you want” he quickly added.

“Yes, I want that Dean” she angled her head down to kiss him passionately. “Of course I want that.”

Together. 

He thought of it one last time. Of the danger, of his doubts… But they were far, and faded now. They had met in the worst, so nothing could happen. 

Together made sense, it felt right and sure. All he had missed in his life.

“I love you, Firefly” he whispered against her lips, his hands holding her closer.

“I love you too Dean” she said.

-Epilogue-

Reader’s Pov

She had her arm around Dean’s shoulders as he limped down the bunker’s stairs. As usual, he was careful to not put his weight on her, and that made her smile tenderly.

“Twenty eight !” Sam made her jump a little when he shouted behind them. “Twenty eight monster in seven days ! The other hunters are going to be unemployed !”

“That’s a lot” Dean grunted. “Two nests and those demons…”

“I’m opening a bottle” his brother stated. “The way you burned those vampires, Firefly ! Like… They were there and then…  freaking ember ! I… Wow.”

His long arms were mimicking the vanishing of the monsters with enthusiasm, but she had stopped listening when Dean had whined on the last step.

“Damn demons, they always go for the knees!” he muttered.

She helped him sit down on one of the chairs in the library and pulled another chair closer to him to sit on it herself.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there fast enough baby” she said. “Close your eyes” she whispered as she put both her hands around his injured knee.

A golden hue erupted from her palms as she closed her eyes to focus on his knee. No one, nothing, would ever make him suffer again, especially not demons, and the one who had had the audacity to make her Dean cry out in pain was now a memory.

When she pulled her hands away Dean lifted his leg to bend his knee and smiled when he could do it effortlessly.

“Thank you, Firefly” he pecked her lips with a sweet smile.

“I hate it when you’re hurt” she said with a pout. 

She nervously put a finger in the hole of his jeans, tickling the skin under his knee a little, earning a tender smile from the man she called hers.

“With those powers of yours, it barely happens anymore, no monster can eat us” he cupped her face and pulled with his thumb on her bottom lip. “You’re so cute when you pout” .

She pouted exaggeratedly  just to hear him laugh, then pushed her hair behind her ear.

“Are you hurt baby ?” Dean asked as he checked her over, pushing her in every way to see on the sides, on her back… his hand came to the cut on her jacket.

“You know that can’t really happen Dean” she took his hands from her coat and lifted her sleeve to show him the cut had already healed. “See ? I’m okay baby” she assured him with a smile.

“I know but that won’t stop me from checking” he took her hand and kissed her knuckles, like he often did. “I don’t know how we survived hunts before we had you. Your powers really come in handy” he stroked her hand with his thumb.

“And it’s a bonus that demons are scared of me” she chuckled. “Did you see Krampus’s face ? That bastard used to denounce me all the time when I sneaked out… Bye bye ugly face.”

Dean’s laugh filled the room, making home even warmer.

“Yes it is” Dean said at the end of his frank and now familiar laugh.

He looked at her face, staring at her deeply. His wrinkles next to his eyes slowly appearing as his smile grew, the white of his teeth showing just a little through his plumb lips.

“What ? Do I have something on my face ?” she asked as she started to wipe at her brow.

The chuckle that rumbled deep in his chest made her stop wiping her face and smile to the love of her life.

“No I just…” a deep sigh left his mouth “What would I do without you ?”

She laughed through her nose, nodding to thank Sam who had come back with three drinks, and sat with a focused look at his phone in his hand. But once again, her attention was on Dean. 

“Probably, crash and burn” she shrugged nonchalantly with a smile.

“A few days off ?” he suggested, making her nod. “Netflix and chill ?”

“Or… “ she grinned. “Las Vegas ?”

“Las Vegas ?” he chuckled. “With your powers we could win a lot of money” he realized with widened eyes. “You hear that Sammy ?”

His brother hummed absent-mindidly. 

“With the money, we rent the biggest room, order fancy things…” he continued with a sparkle in his eyes. “Oh that will be fun !”

He cupped her face and kissed her deep, a mix of excitement and pure love on his lips.

“I love you my Firefly.”

In answer, she grazed his glass and frost appeared on it. And that meant I love you. She would keep him safe and the furthest possible from Hell and blood, she would wake up humming their song, and cool his drinks, forever. 

And he would always hold her when the flame inside her would get weak a little, when it would be cold or dark. His hands around her to shelter her and to remind her that she wasn’t forged by Hell, only locked in it. 

She would be a light, because it was what he had always needed. She would be his freedom, his comfort, his choice…

His Firefly.

#Firefly #Firefly chapter 10 #Knocking on Heaven's door #collab #jay and dean #Hell #Dean in Hell #Reader in hell #roonyxx #dean winchester #supernatural #spn fanfic #dean x reader #dean smut #angst #dean angst

[thevindicativevordan]

Comics this week?

Steelworks #1 - Solid first issue. Dorn makes some rookie mistakes as expected from a first time comic writer. Lot of talking, not much action, the scenes with Irons and Nat debating the impact of superheroics would have been better served if it had been the two of them verbally sparring with each other while physically beating up some bad guys. Good handle on the voices for Steel, Natasha, and Lana nonetheless, happy to see Pak's establishment of the Steel/Lana romance is finally acknowledged again. Ghost of Amertek coming back to haunt Irons is a good idea, as is Dorn establishing that Irons has his own ideas on what's best for Metropolis that aren't the same as Clark's. Didn't expect Dorn to be the first DC writer to use data pages post-Hickman, but I loved to see them! I can't find much info on if Dorn was a sci-fi fan before he was cast as Worf in Star Trek, but if so his use of data pages would make a lot of sense.

Batman #136 - Least the Multiverse bullshit is over, but now we've gone from rehashing Morrison to rehashing Snyder's Death of the Family. If that scene between Bruce and Selina is any indication, this Gotham War event will be the final nail in the coffin for the romance, at least for a good while. Bummed but unsurprised by that. At this point I'm only reading for the Zur plotline, the Batfamily and Catwoman plots aren't interesting me.

Shazam #2 - Didn't think that when Waid said we'd see the extended family relatively soon that he meant the second issue, but it was nice to see them all the same.

Flash #800 - Picked this up and overall I enjoyed it. Adams and Waid were the best, fun stories that celebrated Wally and Bart. Williamson was pretty good too, Barry finally gets to best the deadbeat dad accusations when it comes to the Tornado Twins. Johns' story was pretty basic, mostly just a recap of who Hunter is, but I liked how he took Williamson's retcon and used it to get Zoom back to being a villain in a way that makes sense. With Zoom back in play I wonder if there are plans to use him in Spurrier's run. Speaking of which, Spurrier's story was the weakest. I don't mind the drama with Linda - Adams made everything drama free and the sales were soft, so by all means introduce some tension there - and I liked the premise of Wally fighting Lovecraftian monsters. But this feels like it would be a better fit for Barry. I'll check out the first issue all the same.

Joker #9 - Hilarious that this book finally starts moving on the Jokers plot, just in time for a two month break for Knight Terrors. I don't know if I'll bother to pick it up again in two months, Rosenberg's decompression has become too much for me. Genuinely funny back-ups and one or two good jokes in the main book can't justify the price tag, or the snail's pace storytelling.

Immortal X-Men #12 - More is done with Colossus' mole status in one issue here than the entire X-Force run.

X-Men #23 - I regret giving Duggan a stay of execution. Why does Stasis keep coming across as a loser? Gets taken out with ease in Sins of Sinister, gets humiliated by Righteous here. Since Hickman left, Orchis has come across as a joke that the X-Men inexplicably can't crush instead of a legit threat. Not a great approach as we're right on the cusp of Orchis making their big move.

Loki #1 - Picked this up solely because Watters was writing, and he did not disappoint. Great story, reminiscent of Gillen and Ewing Loki of course, but also of Watters own Lucifer series.

Fantastic Four #8 - Continues to be great, glad the first two parter stars Sue and Alice.

#weekly reviews

[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: West Coast Avengers #24: Before We Were So Rudely INTERRUPTED!

September, 1987

DOMINUS REX!

Namor gonna sue you for using a thing that’s like his thing. God help you if you also have sweet abs.

I like the title of this issue. It feels. Offended. Like the comic was trying to tell a simple story about the West Coast Avengers fighting a doofus and his quirky miniboss squad but then had to go through all this lost in time stuff and is being snippy about it.

Anyway.

HOPEFULLY I can streamline the last time section now that most of the plot threads have been tied up.

Last times on West Coast Avengers: the team got Lost in Space-Time when Dominus tricked them into standing on Dr Doom’s time machine.

They had many hijinxes. Hawkeye and co went to Ancient Egypt and were involved in the background of one of the earliest Fantastic Four stories! And Hawkeye met Khonshu!

In less fun news, Mockingbird got trapped in cowboy times and love potioned by Phantom Rider. After some Hawkeye cosplay brought her to her senses, she was fairly furious and wound up killing or accidental pre-meditated deathing him. Which she does not tell Hawkeye once they’re reunited.

Hank Pym, Moon Knight (sent in the present by Khonshu in the past), and La Espirita eventually retrieved the team with the Fantastic Four’s version of Dr Doom’s time machine. So now they’re all in the present again.

Yup, that’s much less complicated.

Now that we’re back to before we were so rudely interrupted, it’s time for Dominus to be an actual antagonist and not just an inciting incident.

Show us what you got, dude who replaced Lucifer.

... The guy that broke Xavier’s spine, I mean. Not the devil man.

So Dominus decides to explain to Sunstroke all about his alien race and their evil schemes.

Why he does this, I don’t know. Villains just love the sound of their own voices.

So the Dominus and Lucifer race is called the Arcane.

Like the Skrulls, they Secretly Invade planets and conquer them through subversion. Unlike Secret Invasion, the Arcane are actually good at it.

The Arcane are actually pretty obscure on the galactic stage. BECAUSE THEY’RE ACTUALLY GOOD AT BEING STEALTH INVADERS. THEY DON’T BROADCAST THEMSELVES.

It helps that the Arcane have a really effective method of taking over that requires a lot less infiltrating.

They just have one agent go to a planet, build a hidden base, and build a Master Machine suited for that planet. It can take years but once its done, the machine activates and sends out mind control rays that enslave the entire planet.

The Skrulls wish they were this effective and evil.

Dominus also exposits about Lucifer, mostly so he can call him a fuck up.

Lucifer was sent to take over Earth but got thwarted by Xavier once and then the X-Men.

For being a fuck up, Lucifer was banished to the dimension called the Nameless Dimension.

Then Lucifer broke out of the Nameless Dimension and menaced Iron Man. And then later he menaced Falcon and Captain America.

SUFFICE TO SAY, he had some mission creep there. And all these fights with superheroes were definitely drawing more attention than the none that the Arcane would prefer.

So boom, Lucifer was terminated by his people and the Arcane left Earth alone until people forgot that there was an alien named Lucifer who was hugely important in Xavier’s backstory.

What’s funny is that with the sliding timescale, the amount of time the Arcane waited until deciding ‘good enough!’ ever diminishes.

Three years prior to this comic, Dominus decided ‘good enough!’ and came to Earth to do the whole Arcane thing. Except without being a fuck up like Lucifer.

I don’t know that he succeeded because: look: his mission was to set up base in the American Southwest and try not to attract attention from the X-Men or from the Defenders or Rangers.

Dominus created the Desert Dwellers to spy on those three groups and he set up his time machine scheme if any of them found him. Which the West Coast Avengers did which is why they were Lost in Space-Time.

But why did the Desert Dwellers attack the West Coast Avengers at all? They could have laid low and the Avengers would have come and gone, never any wiser about the secret villain plot.

Its not like Dominus ever needs to fight any superhero teams if he gets his Master Machine working.

Dominus, you’re as much a fuck up as Lucifer is, aren’t you?

He says he had the Desert Dwellers lure the West Coast Avengers so he could send them into the past and then destroyed the Fantastic Four’s time machine so they couldn’t be found but, my dude, you are drawing a lot of attention to yourself!

The West Coast Avengers aren’t even one of the groups you were originally worried about so now you still have them to worry about AND you’ve aggroed the Fantastic Four!

You fuck up!

You absolute and total goon!

You complete kneebiter!

Anyway, yeah, the West Coast Avengers are looking to tie off the loose end of the jerk who sent them back in time.

Each of the Avengers and guests gets a chance to have some thoughts about their most pressing thoughts.

Iron Man is thrilled that not only is he back in the present but Hank Pym is back to superheroing. He’s felt really weird about Hank hanging out as a not superhero in previous issues so this is a good turn.

Hank Pym is also thrilled that the Avengers seem to be accepting him returning to superheroing despite uh his past difficulties.

Tigra is also thrilled to be back in the present. Because she’s been wanting to stalk Dominus for sending them back in time. She’s feeling the cat instincts.

Moon Knight is tagging along because he’s trying to figure out what Khonshu is trying to tell him by sending him on this quest and revealing that Hawkeye is the one who made his random bullshit weapons.

La Espirita is praying because yeah.

Wonder Man wants to get this over with so he can get back to his big Hollywood dreams.

Hawkeye is also revved up to fight Dominus.

Hawkeye: “You put us through the ringer, Dominus, but all that happened was, you showed us what we can do! I’ve got a team, buddy! I’ve got a team that can take anybody -- and we’re takin’ YOU!”

And Mockingbird is just thinking how much she missed Clint Hawkeye when they were separated in TIME. Annnnnd how grateful she is he’ll neverrrrr find out about that guy she killed.

Yeah, I’m just waiting for that shoe to drop.

When the West Coast Avengers turn the corner in the cave, they find the quirky mini-boss squad the Desert Dwellers waiting.

Except they’ve kind of become a quirky mini-boss army.

Yeah, there’s apparently fifty of them now. Multiples of Gila, Butte, and Cactus. Still just one Sunstroke though.

Dominus can just make more dudes.

(Fun little touch here is Moon Knight’s bafflement at a dude named Cactus. He wasn’t here for the first part of the story.)

Anyway, the Avengers and guests just jump right into without even so much as an assemble.

Hawkeye and Tigra fight a bunch of Cactuses. Cacti? Anyway, Hawkeye shoots a buzzsaw arrow because of course he has one. And Tigra gets punched in the ass by Cactus and winds up with an ass full of cactus needles.

Then she goes angry cat and tears some Cactusi apart.

Wonder Man and Iron Man have another argument while punching some Buttes.

Wonder Man: “One punch! One punch is all I need per Butte!”

Iron Man: “They may have been created in a machine, Wonder Man, but that doesn’t mean they’re not alive!”

Wonder Man: “I’m not killing them, lead-head! Even demolished they don’t die! Why don’t you just get hip to yourself and back off, anyway? Give me some room!”

Iron Man: “Room?!! You’re lucky to be here at all, the way you’re acting!”

While Hank Pym embiggens a baseball bat and starts whacking some Gila monsters, La Espirita flies off to go deal with Suns- well its Sunstroke but she calls him Sunspot.

That’s a completely different dude, Bonita, but its a reasonable mistake to make since she only heard the name once.

Anyway, since Sunstroke is the only unique in this mob, she figures he’s the leader of the mook army.

Mockingbird goes ham on some more Buttes with her battle-staves. Like seriously ham.

Mockingbird: “Now there’s a man after my own heart! I’ve used battle-staves all through my costumed career -- and they haven’t let me down yet! They’ve never let me down, and I’ve never let myself down! No matter what anyone does to me -- they always have to listen to the Mockingbird!”

Hawkeye overhears this and wonders why she’s being so being so intense.

But almost immediately dismisses it as “husbands never do understand wives altogether -- !”

Cool, Hawkeye. Entirely dropping the ball there.

And Moon Knight is still processing all this, while chopping up Cactuses.

Moon Knight: “Hawkeye designed this grappling hook -- ! The Sun is always the same, but the Moon always changes, doesn’t it, Khonshu? Maybe you’re right! Acting as your fist by myself drove me crazy -- drove away the woman I love -- ! Maybe it’s time for the Moon Knight to change!”

So he’s interpreted this whole adventure to mean that Khonshu wants him to have more of a social group.

If he’s reading the situation right, pretty cool of Khonshu to be watching out for Moon Knight’s well-being.

More recent depictions have him less cool.

Anyway.

La Espirita and Sunstroke have a standoff, blasting fire at each other.

He does a ‘we meet at last thing’ and reveals he’s been spying on her. But he calls her Firebird so she points out that he can’t have been doing a great job with it.

And they have a sort of symbolism debate.

She says she’s La Espirita because she burns with “the holy and eternal flame of spirit!” (She has the power of god and anime on her side?)

Sunstroke counters that he has the power of the Sun.

She counter counters that many religions equate god and the Sun so clearly they’re equally matched.

Then he flies off because he’s realized that while they were standoffing, the West Coast Avengers have mopped the floor with the other 49 Desert Dwellers.

Basically: fuck this, the boss man can take over.

The West Coast Avengers chase after him, ascending a spiral staircase that leads up the mountain.

Since they have some time -- it is a rather tall staircase -- Hawkeye tells Hank he’s glad he’s back superheroing.

Tigra picks up the conversation and says that Hank was there for her when she was at her lowest point and is glad that someone was there for Hank.

Hank Pym: “Nobody’s gladder than me, Tigra! Things looked so dark and dismal at that moment, but look at all the brighter moments since -- the moments I would have missed!”

Tigra: “Thanks, Espirita!”

Yeah, thanks Espirita!

La Espirita: “Thank God -- he brought me there!”

Thanks God!

Hank clarifies to the group that he’s just going to be a superhero (although he calls it an adventurer) but he won’t use a codename or wear a costume.

Iron Man: “Costumes don’t mean anything, Avenger! It’s the man who counts! The only exception to those rules is Wonder Man!”

Wow, throwing shade at Wonder Man’s costume when he’s flying right next to you.

But Tony isn’t saying anything that everyone isn’t thinking. Wonder Man’s costume is an abomination.

Look at Hank having a laugh at Simon’s expense. Good to see him smiling again.

The Avengers and guests catch up to Sunstroke or rather he’s stopped running in a big machined room and told them “come and get me.”

Which is an obvious trap but superheroes love running into traps and they run right into Dominus who jumps out of a nook.

The Avengers aren’t exactly impressed because they just beat up an army of 49 mooks and Dominus probably doesn’t have another time machine to trick them with.

Dominus: “Ignorant fools! My race built an empire by enslaving lesser races with the master machine -- and each new race required specific improvements to the machine -- until the machine became so powerful -- it enslaved US! I am Dominus, but I am not this man! I am the MACHINE!”

The man has had basically no story except ‘like Lucifer’ but now he’s pulling a surprise twist when they don’t even know him enough to be surprised.

Anyway, he also blasts pink mind control energy at the Avengers. Plus guests.

Zordon was right.

Too much pink energy IS dangerous.

For reasons, Dominus couldn’t do this the first time the Avengers West Coast barged in. But now all eight of the intruders are under his control. Yup, his sensors indicate that specifically eight minds are under his control. Specifically.

Do you like the Discworld book Carpe Jungulum? I do.

But that’s apropos of nothing.

Tigra thinks that if she were still split between cat and human halves, she could fight against this but alas, she has integrated her selves into one.

With the Avengers and guests slumped and helpless under his control, Dominus, of course, monologues. Villains. Love to hear themselves talk. Et cetera.

Dominus: “The Arcane were the dominant life-form in the universe! When I, Dominus, succeeded in converting even them to my servitors -- I knew I would never again have to watch helplessly as fools like Lucifer failed to put me to proper use!”

Dominus sends Sunstroke off to go do some pre-discussed task while Dominus prepares to TAKE OVER THE WORLD!

And then Moon Knight steps forward out of the pack of helpless heroes.

Steps forward and socks Dominus right in his head.

Dominus is baffled by how Moon Knight is fighting against him, especially since the sensors still read Moon Knight is under his control.

Moon Knight: “The Moon keeps one face always hidden, dear boy -- it doesn’t reveal its secrets!”

Dominus tries blasting Moon Knight with MORE pink mind control energy and he’s briefly affected but soon walks forward, saying it doesn’t work on him.

And Dominus flips his shit.

This cannot be, that sort of thing.

Dominus: “I’ve never failed! Not on a thousand worlds! The Arcane always improved me, to triumph over any adversary!”

Moon Knight: “You ain’t never met the fist o’ Khonshu, though!”

Dominus: “A god of the Moon can’t stop me! I’ve conquered whole worlds -- every kind of world -- ! I am all-powerful! I run an empire no one but me can ever guess at! I am DOMINUS!”

Moon Knight: “But I’m SLICK!”

You sure are, Moon Knight.

Dominus tries pulling out a science laser gun and shooting Moon Knight but the caped crusader just ducks under the blast and then grapples Dominus.

As he notes, Dominus is really remote controlling this body so there’s a bit of a lag between intention and action and that makes it hard to actually nail a moving target.

Dominus: “Why can’t I stop you? Why can’t I STOP you?!! WHY?!!”

And Dominus, who is the computer running everything, freaks out so much that the entire facility starts to explode.

Y’know. As one does.

And the Dominus puppet body just collapses.

So how did Moon Knight resist the powerful pink mind control?

He’s got three minds in his brain and Dominus only took over two before giving assuming Moon Knight was entirely immune.

I dunno how this kind of trope comes off on a mental health level but Discworld pulls a very similar trick with Agnes Nitt and her alter ego Perdita X. Dream. And Lapis Stevenuniverse being too depressed to be incapacitated by a depression beam. So I can’t hate it.

Since Moon Knight thinks Khonshu wants him to be an Avenger, he decides to not really explain what happened lest he freak them out with his three personalities thing.

So when La Espirita asks how he resisted the pink energy, he dodges the question by saying that if he explained it, Dominus would stop having a mental breakdown over being fallible.

And also that they need to run before the mountain collapses on them.

And almost as soon as they escape the evil lair, the mountain does collapse.

To reveal a not unphallic looking spaceship blast off with the core of Dominus inside.

Hawkeye orders the fliers Iron Man, Wonder Man, and La Espirita to stop Dominus’ penis rocket from escaping but it soon escapes the atmosphere and the heroes run into trouble.

At first, Iron Man assumes that La Espirita will have to turn back.

What with needing precious oxygen to live.

Except... she doesn’t? She can breathe in space.

Which she, of course, decides is a miracle.

Now here’s the womp womp moment.

Wonder Man can also breathe in space so he assumed no problem with pursuing the penis rocket into space.

But he forgot his back jets are jets, not rockets. So require oxygen to work.

And he goes plummeting back towards the ground, where he would make one chagrined crater.

But Iron Man (and also La Espirita, who’s not going to be the only nerd flying into space) give up pursuing Dominus. Iron Man catches Wonder Man, plays it off with a joke, and Wonder Man tears him a new asshole.

Wonder Man: “You -- you grandstander! It didn’t matter if I fell! I’m invulnerable!”

Iron Man: “Maybe you are! We’ve never seen you fall that far! If you were wrong -- !”

Wonder Man: “I’m not wrong!”

Iron Man: “Mister, you’re about as wrong as anybody I’ve ever met!”

The two stop fighting, only because La Espirita asks them not to argue in front of the others.

Hawkeye notices, but pretends he didn’t.

As far as he’s concerned, this mission was a big success. Sure, they loss Dominus but it’ll take him years to build back up if he comes back to Earth. And they lost Sunstroke but who cares?

SUCCESSFUL MISSION MEANS BARBECUE!

Hawkeye just really likes barbecue.

And he’s thrilled at all the possible new West Coast Avengers hanging around.

But later, when the Avengers retrieve their Quinjet from the Albuquerque airport - where its apparently been just racking in the parking fees - and return to the West Coast Avengers Compound, they find Menachim Heitz, the assistant to Wonder Man’s producer waiting for them.

The guy, with some glasses that can only be described as a fashion statement probably, is completely flustered that Wonder Man just vanished from the face of the Earth.

Menachim doesn’t have time to actually listen to Wonder Man’s thrilling tale of where he was because there’s a MAJOR PUBLIC RELATIONS DISASTER THAT NEEDS TO BE ADDRESSED.

That being the public hates Wonder Man’s costume.

Hey!

Finally, the Marvel public has good opinions.

This is so funny. When the new costume was introduced, the book shilled it so hard. Big splash page opening to introduce it and everyone told Simon Wonder Man how cool his new outfit was.

But now, I’d bet, the reactions are in from the readers of the comic book, and they are underwhelmed. So suddenly Iron Man is making snide comments about what a terrible outfit it is and the public has voiced its outrage.

Its like when Danny Chase was introduced to the Teen Titans with much shilling but suddenly Wolfman started having everyone tell him he was a jerk. Nothing is sadder or funnier than the author turning against their own idea because of public opinion.

Wonder Man protests that his producer was the one who okayed the new costume and Menachim admits that it was a bad call but now time to go back to something like his previous outfit which people actually like.

Wonder Man also protests that HE likes his current outfit and the Avengers tries to get his back about how he can wear whatever dumb thing he wants but Simon snaps at them.

Wonder Man: “I have two careers, and I have to think of both of them... and I’m still learning the other one, so I need [Menachim’s] advice! And don’t look at me like that! None of you knows the other worlds I’m operating in now! When you co-star in an Arkon movie, then you can criticize me! And that especially means you, Leadhead! You can keep you advice!”

Hurt and confused by this, the Avengers just kind of shrug it off and tell Simon they’ll be at their celebratory barbecue.

While Wonder Man wonders (ha) aloud to Menachim if it isn’t time for him to leave the Avengers.

Dun dun dun!

Usually I’d say oh no but you’re being a pill, Simon, and we’ve got three people who can replace you. Maybe some time off will do you some good.

NEXT TIME, it would be another pair of crossing over annuals but now I’m way behind on East Coast Avengers and need to sync the books back up so I can do those crossing over annuals.

The work of a me is never done.

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[jamessixx]

Lucifer Morningstar mood. ✨ Nel mondo intrigante delle serie TV, pochi personaggi brillano con la stessa intensità di Lucifer Morningstar. Quest'incarnazione della tentazione, tratta direttamente dalle pagine della mitologia, ha conquistato il pubblico con la sua personalità magnetica e il suo stile senza tempo.

Nella serie televisiva "Lucifer," trasmessa con il fuoco del peccato su schermi di tutto il mondo, Morningstar emerge come un anti-eroe affascinante e imprevedibile. Interpretato con maestria dall'attore Tom Ellis, il diavolo abbandona il suo trono infernale per unirsi al mondo terreno a Los Angeles. Intrappolato tra le sue origini oscure e il desiderio di redenzione, Lucifer oscilla tra il bene e il male in un balletto emozionante di colpi di scena e rivelazioni sorprendenti.

Nessun angolo buio della psiche umana è immune al suo sguardo penetrante. Con un umorismo tagliente come una lama e un fascino irresistibile, Lucifer Morningstar affascina spettatori di ogni genere. Le trame avvincenti si intrecciano con misteri sovrannaturali e drammi personali, creando una sinfonia di emozioni e azione che tiene incollati gli spettatori ai loro schermi.

Ma c'è di più: il personaggio di Lucifer Morningstar risveglia anche domande filosofiche e morali. L'eterna lotta tra il libero arbitrio e il destino, il bene e il male, trova una voce potente in questa serie. Chi è veramente responsabile delle nostre scelte? Possiamo davvero sfuggire al nostro passato? Queste domande e altre si mescolano con la trama, aggiungendo profondità e complessità a un racconto già straordinario.

Quindi, che tu sia un appassionato di mitologia, un amante dei thriller sovrannaturali o semplicemente in cerca di una storia coinvolgente, Lucifer Morningstar è pronto a portarti in un mondo di oscuro fascino e illuminante riflessione. Preparati a immergerti in una storia che incendia l'anima e solletica la mente, dove il diavolo stesso potrebbe rivelarsi una guida inaspettata attraverso i meandri della condizione umana. Benvenuti nell'incanto avvolgente di "Lucifer."

Nelle profondità incandescenti dell'inferno, un nome risuona con un'aura di mistero e potere: Lucifer Morningstar. Questo enigmatico sovrano degli abissi oscilla tra il lusso sfarzoso del suo regno infernale e le strade cupe di Los Angeles, dove si dilettava nella sua inusuale seconda carriera come consulente investigativo.

Con un'incredibile amalgama di fascino e sfacciataggine, Lucifer Morningstar incarna il classico ribelle con un tocco di saggezza divina. La sua originale interpretazione diabolica si intreccia con una curiosa affinità per l'umanità, spingendolo a cercare verità e giustizia insieme alla sua complice Detective Chloe Decker. Mentre si gettano nel vortice delle indagini, la chimica travolgente tra loro diventa una forza trainante, aggiungendo un tocco irresistibile a ogni scena.

In ogni episodio, l'enigma di Lucifer Morningstar si svela progressivamente, rivelando i segreti di un passato immortale e la sua relazione complicata con il suo padre divino. Questo affascinante arcangelo caduto è tanto un provocatore quanto un confidente, costringendo gli spettatori ad ammirare la sua complessità e ad abbracciare il suo lato oscuro.

Immergiti in un mondo di ambiguità morale, svelamenti sorprendenti e battute taglienti mentre segui le avventure di Lucifer Morningstar. Che tu sia affascinato dal suo magnetismo oscuro, affamato di indagini avvincenti o semplicemente attratto dall'inarrestabile energia dell'arcangelo decaduto, c'è un motivo per cui il nome "Lucifer Morningstar" risuona come un richiamo irresistibile nell'universo dell'intrattenimento. Unisciti a noi mentre esploriamo le profondità ardenti di questa serie che incanta e avvince, portando la luce nelle zone più oscure.

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[terras-diary]

manga review - angel sanctuary

some context: i've been trying to read more shojo manga. i want to let go of my preconceived notions about the demographic, especially since i didn't bother with it as a teenager. i want to appreciate it as an adult!

also i really liked what the volume cover art of this series looked like, volume one of setsuna with the nanatsusaya is such a pretty piece i knew i wanted to see more of her art.

the story: if someone were to explain it to you, just as i read it on wikipedia, it sounds pretty cool. i've always enjoyed when anime and manga reference christianity or jewish iconography/mythology. if you have ever been taught anything about either of those religions, whether you believe it or not, you will be screaming in your mind about all the things that are wrong. it's like how nge just chose jewish mythology because it was cool. i respect the bit.

now when you actually read through the chapters though? oh my god. it's so slow and convoluted and not in a good anticipation way. i really had to force myself to finish the series.

it was nonstop action and i don't mean that in a good way. you never got a chance to see the characters just hang out and chill. it was hard to tell how much time had passed, i know time stopped on earth but i wish i could have followed how long their adventure actually took place.

i will also commend the fact that setsuna was a woman in his past life and kind of the non-conformal gender standards in the manga. they aren't the greatest representation but i really don't think the author meant it in a bad way. it's also from the early(?) 90s so i don't think i can fault her too much.

and the incest plotline was really weird, i can't believe the author really went through with the setsuna x sara plot in the finale. i was definitely team setsuna x kurai.

also speaking on the finale, i kind of really liked that god was just an interdimensional being who was running a science experiment that angels and humans were a biproduct of. the art of the giant mechanical angel that housed it's consciousness was also a cool reveal.

the characters: most characters were sidelined since setsuna was pretty much a mary sue. i get that he's the main character but like cmon he literally did everything with little to no help from anyone else. i wish the other characters did more than just die to advance the plot. and there were like four death fake outs, it got really old. it felt like there were no real consquences.

sara, oh my god, sara. she always needed saving and the one time she finally did something to help herself she went back! like girl i understand you are sad you tricked lily into switching places but cmon!!! ugh. on one hand i feel kind of bad for her i mean she really went through it but she is not written as a sympathetic character at all. even setsuna, i never really sympathized with. mostly because of the incest plotline.......................

another convulted character - kira. this guy had like three character reveals. he was sempai, he was alexiel's sword, he was some guy she killed and when the blood splattered on him he was bound to reincarnate to find her for the rest of eternity, he was lucifer. he was doing too much. they really didn't need to go as far as the lucifer bit, it really didn't add much anyway. if anything i thought it was a plot hole. stick to being a magical sword that reincarnates plz.

i liked rociel, i never sympathized with him until the very end but whenever he appeared those were usually the highlights of the series.

i liked michael and lucifer's dichotomy too. i wish there was more scenes of them together or separate. they seem important when introduced but nothing much comes of it.

i wish there was more focus on the side characters, i found them more interesting than the main ones most of the time.

the art: now i will say i read shitty scans from the early 2000s which severely impacted my ability to judge the art as the pages looked like they were scanned using a potato. i've seen worse, this was legible, but i do not think it did the art justice.

her individual drawings for chapter title pages and volume covers were really beautiful. her page flow, action shots, as well as character differentiation could have used some work. everyone looked really similar, the only characters i could really tell apart 100% of the time were the demons because she used screen tone to make their skin darker. most male characters had shoulder length light colored hair which i found them hard to keep track of on the page.

conclusion: i really wanted to like angel sanctuary, but overall it was a real slog to read through. i kept pushing because every once in a while there was something i thought was worth continuing. but in the end i have to say it just wasn't that good overall. i still really like the art and if i had the space i would like to buy the physical volumes and read the official translation. i'm not giving up on reading old shojo manga, btw. i'll start something new soon.

#book review

[xprojectrpg]

This Day In X-Project - May 12

PHASE 2

2015: Jubilee makes a journal post about wanting to sleep for a week. Garrison gets a visitor in in miserableness who is winged, blond, rich and any number of hittable things; Garrison is visited by North and explores his secondary mutation of rancid cheese powder; Gabriel is bribed into delivering beer to Garrison.

2016: Miles texts Bobby, Rahne, Nica, and Amara looking to celebrate school being almost over this Saturday with a trip into the city. Looking for Bas, Maya comes across Stephen and offers him a unique opportunity. Megan texts Topaz to ask if she ever studied Welsh in England. Quentin is out of his element looking to score at a punk rock concert, but a twist of fate helps him accomplish his goals. Reed delivers flowers to Sue with a cryptic note attached. Doug emails Emma about Hope’s interest in the Hellfire Club.

2017:

2018: Clea texts Nica about doing something for her birthday. Angelo posts about Eurovision. Hope invites friends to her 21t birthday next weekend. Miles and Bobby talk - and then do more than talk.

2019: Jubilee posts about binging Lucifer, and posts a song.

2020:

2021: Alison posts a question about whether anyone knows the best Japanese food place in New York City, wanting to get some umeboshi onigiri and needs someone to hook her up.

2022: Alani shares her post-graduation expectations.

#xprpg #xproject #phase 2 #this day in xproject