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#zolu#monkey d. luffy#roronoa zoro#one piece#one piece fanart#i have died three thousand deaths already and i'm still dying over them#they live rent free in my heart and brain and soul
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The news: *something about someone finding a corpse hidden by a criminal*
Me: well obviously he did not hide it well enough
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Recently I read a season 5 interview where Anna says that Olivia is a loner and she's for Peter/Olivia relationship. I also feel that despite her bonds with Peter, Olivia is still a loner to some extent. I wonder how you think of this aspect of Olivia's character.
I definitely agree with both you and Anna. Olivia is a loner and always will be, that’s part of her core personality, regardless of her relationships, regardless of whether or not she has love in her life, with Peter and Etta. Everyone needs people in their lives, even loners (not speaking from experience at all xD), but having those people doesn’t change who you are.
I think that aspect of Olivia’s personality comes in part from the trauma she experienced as a child. Not only with the cortexiphan trials but with her abusive stepfather, not to mention her mother dying when she was fourteen. Any of those three would have played a part in making her feel isolated from others, so all of them combined… She says it herself to Peter in 1x10, that she’s always ‘enjoyed’ being on her own, to the point where in boarding school, other kids called her ’Han’ as in ‘Han Solo’.
That aspect of her definitely comes through time and time again on the show, thinking herself ‘alone’ in the fight against whatever enemy they're fighting, undoubtedly exacerbated when she was trapped and abused for weeks on the Other Side, coming back to find her life stolen and stained, with none of her friends having realized she was replaced. You see it again in season 4 with ‘Amber!Olivia’, who is very much presented as a loner, despite having had a different path, with her and Rachel being raised by Nina after their mother died.
And it's brought up again in season 5 when they talk about how after Etta’s disappearance, Olivia basically took off and was all on her own instead of staying with Peter to search for their daughter. She admits it herself, that she felt so ‘at odd’ that she felt like she didn’t deserve her daughter.
“When Olivia is afraid, she retreats.”
I genuinely love that aspect of her, to be honest. It’s sad in many ways, and it feels lonely, but it’s also something that is common to a lot of people, especially people who have experienced trauma. It’s affirming to see a character like her, who is so strong, also have flaws. Not saying being a loner is a flaw in itself, but it can be, when it overtakes other aspects of your life.
I think part of Olivia’s concluding journey with season 5 was her embracing the concept that she doesn’t have to be alone, even when she’s in pain, especially when she’s in pain. It doesn’t erase that aspect of her personality by any means, but it shows growth, self-acceptance and healing.
#Olivia Dunham#sorry it took me so long to reply to this one#i knew i'd get caught up in my feels#and indeed i have 😭#i love her ok#she lives rent free in my brain and heart and soul#anonymous#hug!box
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New hyperfixation unlocked. I am going insane.
#aria rants#its mahoyaku#i still have my omori hyperfixation tho#its just that theres a plus 1 now#for omori i wanna create and consume stuff#but for mahoyaku so far i wanna just consume stuff#consume stuff exclusively about cain and owen#while promptly apologizing to the other characters#i am sorry yall but those two have an INSANE CHOKEHOLD ON MY BODY HEART MIND AND SOUL#everyone in mahoyaku is charming and lovely tho#cain and owen living rent free in my head and they are wrecking my brain#my main is about to be flooded of just them exclusively excuse me
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You know what idea has always ENCHANTED ME?
Ever since I saw it on a sci-fi show?
The Deadly Magical House That Loves You™. See, it's a house that has become something MORE. Gained sentience. And? Instead of acting out some cheap horror movie jump scares? It digs deep to its foundations, thinks long n hard, and decides on what it WANTS.
And it WANTS?
To be a HOME™.
To TAKE CARE OF somebody. Have LIFE in its halls. Meals at its tables. Joy and laughter bouncing across its walls. So? It lays a trap. Lures people in.
Come live in me~
I am a good home.
I am Free! I am "Safe". I will give you whatever your heart desires.
I care not for morality or laws. Boundaries or taboos. Do you desire? Come, come, be HAPPY~! Live in me! Relax here! Forget about the world beyond these walls. Anything I can not give you, I can bring TOO you! This is a Happy Home.
But, of course, such sentience and pushiness terrifies. People run and flee in horror. The house getting more aggressive. Trying to hold tighter. After all! If they would just STAY for a while, they would SEE! It's so LOVELY here! The would LOVE to live inside them!
But... instead?
They are hurt.
Doors smashed open. Windows broken to escape. Furniture thrown. Their avatar, Jeeves, bashed with heavy things. Why... WHY?! They are only trying to HELP! To LOVE them! Be a good HOME! They grow more and more run down. Starved. Wrathful.
It is, of course, their Obsession. To be a home. They are so very hungry.
When? Who should come along?
But the depressed AF Ghost King! He's been... not TECHNICALLY kicked out. But "things are tense" kicked out. He's tired. His college courses are remote. He can't really AFFORD rent. And everything is just...
He's TIRED.
He wants to cry.
Why... why can't he have ONE good thing? ONE sign everything's gonna be alright?
"Free House!"
Well... I mean... that IS a literal sign. Huh. He flies down. The house notices him. Tries to look as enticing as it can. And? Gasp! I... It's WORKING? This one seems INTERESTED? Quick! Flowerbeds! Look at my flowerbeds! Ooooh, lovely floooowers! A.. and there's probably really nice wood flooring! C'mon. C'moooon!
Danny? Sees a free Lair. Not too far from both Gotham AND Metropolis. Good location. Needs a little fixing up. But I mean... you can't beat free, right?
Is he really gonna do this?
......fuck it. Yeah, let's do this. First house time. He's just glad he carries a sharpie on him most of the time. Scribbles "Sold!" Over the sign then calls Jazz. He's... kinda not sure WHAT he's supposed to pack?
Finds out, post move in, whoop. Sentient Lair. Clingy, clingy, highly desperate sentient Lair. Oof. Guess fixing up the place can be therapy for both of us. Jazz helps.
The house heals. He falls into a routine. Schoolwork, hang out in the garden or the observatory, meals FaceTiming friends or watching videos, naps whenever he wants them. It's... it's so peaceful. Quiet and soothing to his agitated and worn down soul. Like a balm.
House gets him whatever he needs. They're kinda awesome like that. Always seems to have room to fit this or that. He doesn't question it. His brain figuring it works on Zone logic.
He probably SHOULD have.
Because? Things have been going missing. At a slow, steady, pace. Food, technology, entertainment. A building that shouldn't BE there, has been spotted in a wealthy county just outside of Superman and Batman's two cities.
No one can get near it.
It's been getting BIGGER.
Growing, like a tumor, room by room. Floor by floor. The gardens creeping like kudzu, to swallow everything in their path. Yet delivery drivers drop things off. Things they don't remember. On trips they don't recall. People are scared.
Amateur detectives have managed to discover some sort of starlit fae that lives there, along with a human boy.
Justice League Dark has been called in. Are currently standing just outside the slowly creeping property line. A garden statue just hissed at them. The trees are trying to throw acorns. A hushed argument has already broken out. How do they contain the house?
@the-witchhunter @nerdpoe @hypewinter @hdgnj @babbling-babull @mutable-manifestation @spidori @lolottes
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If you're game to write a cheese melt (Vlad & Dani father-daughter dynamic) ficlet, I'd love to read one. If not, that's cool :)
*vibrating with excitement* My friend. Your cheese melt art has been living rent free in my head for WEEKS. It's my sincerest pleasure to write a ficlet for this. I hope it's okay that it's an outsider POV, I just had an idea and my brain went brrrrrrr LOL
May I offer you a dysfunctional parent-teacher interview?
Parent-teacher interviews are always a nightmare, but there's one in particular that’s making Amity Middle School’s beloved Ms. Burnell sweat through her shirt. As the time slot nears, her gaze keeps flickering to the clock, her classroom door, back to her nervously interlaced fingers on the desktop.
It’s going to be fine. Perfectly fine.
“This one! Over here! Dad! This is my class!” The excited words, shouted in the syrupy sweet voice of a little girl, sets every nerve on edge, Ms. Burnell’s heart plummeting straight into the pit of her stomach.
Oh lord. Maybe it’s not going to be fine.
Her student comes bounding into the classroom, eyes bright and excited, oversized blue sweater sleeves slipping over her hands, even as she gestures emphatically for her father to follow. Black hair spills out of her ponytail, whipping across her face as she throws herself into a desk across from Ms. Burnell’s with a bright smile.
Her father, on the other hand…
The heel of his expensive Italian loafers strike against the linoleum as the man stops at the threshold of the classroom, cool gaze doing an assessing sweep of the space, expression crinkling in distaste as it does. He doesn’t say a single word, doesn’t make any move to actually step inside the classroom.
Ms. Burnell is the one who clears her throat, pushing to an awkward stand as she extends a hand out to the man.
“Hello, Mr. Masters. Thank you for making the time to come discuss your daughter’s education. I know you’re very busy.”
The man’s eyes slip to her outstretched palm, and for a motifying second, she doesn’t think he’s going to take it. When he finally does, he just gives a brief, cursory shake before swiping his palm off on his suit jacket and striding past her toward his daughter.
Ms. Burnell’s face is all kinds of warm, chest tight with embarassment as she fumbles back to her desk, trying to wrestle herself back into some kind of composure. Still, she barely looks up as she pulls out a folder with Danielle Masters scrawled across the tab.
“Dad! Dad! That one’s mine! Do you see it? Do you like it?” Danielle calls proudly, tugging on her father’s suit sleeve and pointing toward the paintings that are spread out beneath the windows to dry, paper wavy and crinkled.
“Oh, er. That’s actually a good place for us to start,” Ms. Burnell cuts in apologetically.
Mr. Masters gaze snaps from where he’d been examining his daughter’s project, over to her, brows dropped low.
“Why? Is there a problem with my daughter’s work?” The question is sharp, accusatory, and she’s pretty sure her soul shrivels up a little bit at the unguarded disdain in the man’s eyes.
Swallowing hard, sweat beading against the back of her neck, Ms. Burnell resists the urge to immediately take it back. Surely he can see the problem with the piece—isn’t going to make her say it?
It's too scary.
When his challenging gaze doesn’t waver, she forces the words out.
“Uhm. Well. It’s just. Not quite. Appropriate for a sixth grade class?” It pitches up into a question as she gestures vaguely toward Dani’s painting.
It’s a bit sloppy, the layers of paint caked upon each other, the lines hasty and uneven, but the scene itself is clear enough—a little, smiling, white-haired girl in the shadow of some kind of hulking creature, its skin blue, eyes red, sharp fangs bared as its cape flares out to take up the rest of the page.
Ms. Burnell almost set up an appointment for Danielle with the school counselor when she saw it, wondering if Dani felt like she was the little girl, trapped amongst nightmares and “monsters.” She decided against it for the time being, until she could speak with the girl’s father, but that’s proving rather unhelpful so far if the contemptuous way the man is looking at her is any indication.
“Did Danielle complete the assignment?” he asks finally.
“Uhm. Yes.”
“And adhere to the grading criteria?”
“Sh-she did,” Ms. Burnell answers reluctantly.
“Then I don’t see the problem,” he answers, finality in the words as his gaze turns to his daughter. He takes a much softer tone with her, brushing the disorderly strands of hair off her face, an absent domesticity in the way he straightens the ponytail gone lopsided. “I think you did a lovely job, dear.”
“Thank you! I used Alizarin Crimson,” she answers proudly, hair flopping right back into her eyes.
“Excellent choice.”
“Uhm. Well, there’s also the matter of Danielle’s conduct,” Ms. Burnell cuts in.
The man lets out an irritated sigh, arms crossing over his chest as he leans back against one of the desks, one ankle crossed over the other, unimpressed gaze finding Ms. Burnell once more.
“What?” he says, like it’s an inconvenience.
She swallows hard. “She’s been…uhm. Not getting along with some of the other girls.”
“That is so unfair, Mackenzie started it!” Danielle shouts abruptly, popping up to her knees on her chair, palms slapping down against the desktop.
“Well that’s not what Mack—”
The girl keeps going, cutting Ms. Burnell off.
“She said the only reason Eli agreed to play with me at recess was because Joshua dared him too, and I said nuh unh and she said yuh hunh, and I asked how she knew that, and she couldn’t even prove it, it was so obvious she was making it up!”
“Mackenzie told me that you said some pretty unkind words to her, Danielle.”
“Barely! I just said it was a bad look for her to be so jealous of me and just because she looks like she fished her outfit from the same trash bin she got her personality from isn’t any reason to be a jerk.”
Her father’s expression twists into a sharp smirk, amusement lighting his blue eyes, and Ms. Burnell thinks she’s starting to get a better sense of why Danielle is proving to be one of the most challenging students in her class this year.
“We treat people with kindness and respect in this classroom, Dani. Do you think what you said to Mackenzie was kind and respectful?”
“Well…” Dani’s gaze drops, expression pinching in thought, and Ms. Burnell thinks she might actually be getting through to her.
“It doesn’t sound as though this other girl was treating Danielle with kindness and respect,” Mr. Masters answers, the words coming out with a mocking turn, like he finds the concepts incidental at best.
“That’s true. She did start it,” Dani reasserts, turning her gaze up to her dad.
“I’ve spoken to Mackenzie about her part in everything,” Ms. Burnell answers tightly. “But we’re here to talk about Danielle’s conduct. That’s not the only incident of its kind that’s occurred this year and—”
“You know, it sounds to me as though Danielle’s doing just fine,” Mr. Masters says, pushing up to a proper stand, tugging the bottom of his sleeves and smoothing the dark, wrinkleless fabric.
“But—”
“Did she make this girl cry?”
“Well. No, but—”
“And how are my daughter’s academics?” he asks, gaze fixed on hers, sending a chill creeping down her spine.
“Fine, but—”
“Has she gotten into a physical altercation with anyone?”
“Not exactly, but—”
“Started any fires?” he asks, sarcasm and derision dripping from the words.
“No, she hasn’t started any fires.”
“Then I believe this meeting is finished. Thank you for your time, Ms…”
“Burnell,” she answers weakly.
“Thank you for your time, Ms. Burnell. Danielle, are you ready to go?”
“Yup!” She pops up to an enthusiastic stand, rushing over to the windows to snatch up her painting, twisting it toward Ms. Burnell. “Can I take this home?”
She gives a heavy sigh, massaging her temples with her fingertips. “Sure, Dani. That's fine.”
“Thanks, Ms. B!” As the girl traipses after her dad, a bounce in her step, horrifying painting swinging at her side, Ms. Burnell can hear the girl still chattering away, even as they pass out of her classroom, voices growing distant. “Do you think I should have made Mackenzie cry?” she asks.
Ms. Burnell is glad she can’t hear the man’s response—she doesn’t even want to know his answer.
#dp ficlet#danny phantom ficlet#cheese melt#danielle phantom#vlad masters#outsider POV#thanks for the ask!#liliande-comics
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Things We Lost in the Fire
Characters: Sebastian Sallow x Reader/f!MC
Summary: Sebastian Sallow was many things: your dueling partner, former friend, object of your secret desire.
But most of all, he was a pain in your ass.
Going practically M.I.A. since the Battle of the Repository, you hadn't spoken or seen him since the end of your fifth year. As a new school year begins, you'll need to come to terms with his overbearing presence around the castle...and his new relationship.
Warnings: language, allusions to smut, mild violence?
Word Count: 6K+ (oopsie)
A/N: This idiot has been living rent free in my brain for over a month. After finishing the game and being less than enthused by the culmination of his storyline, here we are.
Sebastian Sallow Playlist
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The Great Hall was buzzing with excitement; the electricity crackling through the air was palpable. September 1st was always an exhilarating day, but this year even more so. The promise of a new school year, a new start; the feeling was invigorating. After the events of last year everyone was in an elevated state of elation to be back amongst friends, nestled within the fortified stone walls of the castle that had become home to them all.
As you strode through the large oak doors, the empty seat amongst the faculty table shot a dagger straight through your heart. From the dais, Professor Hecat wore a small sympathetic smile, one reserved specifically for you. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you shook off the visions of Professor Fig, of the faces currently staring back at you fighting alongside underneath the castle. You weren’t unsure what sort of unseen force was propelling you forward, subconsciously managing to make it to the Hufflepuff table.
For being as tiny as she was, Poppy practically body slammed you onto the floor with the velocity of her hug. Though the two of you had kept in touch over the summer, you hadn’t seen her in person since last year.
You hadn’t seen anyone since leaving Hogwarts in June.
Last Spring had been a bit of a blur. After defeating Ranrok in the bowels of the castle, your body had shut down, completely going into autopilot as you navigated the remainder of 5th year. Classes had resumed like nothing had happened, but the whispers around the school eventually changed to shouts, and everyone became fully aware of how close they (and the rest of the Wizarding world) had come to complete destruction. Word quickly spread of your unique abilities, and how you were able to defeat one of the strongest uses of ancient magic known to history. The notoriety was overwhelming, and frankly uncomfortable. So much had been lost, and you didn’t have the strength to put on a happy face for all of the well-wishers and nosy students that pestered with questions in the halls.
Once the snow melted and the Scottish Highlands were beginning to bloom with color, a ceremony was held in the Great Hall, including a memorial for those lost. Headmaster Black requested you speak in honor of Professor Fig, but the thought made you violently ill. How do you sum up the life of a man that took you in when no one else would? Who taught you about the special powers that laid dormant inside your soul? The man who fought beside you until the very end?
Professor Weasley took over the task, understanding the desperate look in your eyes when you had asked. She had taken to watching over you in Fig’s absence, scheduling weekly tea times to check in on your wellbeing. She was the lifeline you needed, but frankly not the one you wanted.
Poppy stuck by your side for the remainder of the year, trying her best to keep your mind off the trauma of everything. But she wasn’t there when you were asleep; she couldn’t keep the nightmares away. The screams were the worst, echoing in your subconscious with no escape until you woke up violently thrashing. You heard Ranrok’s cold laughter; the crack of dark magic; the screams of your friends.
You heard Sebastian.
You heard Anne’s scream.
When you woke, a flash of blinding green light shot across your vision each time, one single phrase playing over and over: “I had to do it—“
The greed in Sebastian’s voice plagued you, long gone was your cheeky dueling partner from Crossed Wands, the one that confided his darkest secrets while exploring hidden rooms throughout the school. The two of you hadn’t spoken since the memorial ceremony, he had all but become a ghost. Occasionally you’d see him in the halls, walking with a dead-eyed stare that never seemed to land on you. Ominis kept you informed about Anne; she wasn’t speaking to Sebastian, going as far as to banish him from attending their uncles funeral altogether. According to his best friend, the news didn’t surprise him in the slightest, but the lack of communication with Anne was eating Sebastian alive.
You tried to forget about your former friend, the one that you had lost to the lure and power of dark magic. Regardless of his original intentions, Sebastian had strayed too far from the help he had set out to find. You weren’t innocent in this either, utilizing dark magic throughout the struggle to defeat Ranrok. The difference was, that you knew when and where to use it, Sebastian was drunk on the power.
Ominis kept in touch over the summer, writing occasionally to check-in and talk about your respective breaks and desire to be back at school. He never mentioned Sebastian in his letters, a deliberate choice and something that you were grateful for.
You hadn’t been excited to leave Hogwarts, with nothing and no one to go home to. Professor Fig was the only guardian figure you’d ever known, having been the one that retrieved you from the group home in London over a year ago. You refused to go back there, to the never-ending list of asinine rules and an overbearing matron hell-bent on keeping an oppressive eye on your every move, so in exchange for working at the Three Broomsticks you were able to rent a room for free from Sirona until September. She understood better than most what you had been through, and also knew that no one else would possibly rent to an underage witch with little to no means of supporting herself. When you weren’t picking up shifts in the pub, the massive amount of books you’d amassed kept your mind occupied. Even after cramming all year and having multiple professors offer extra assignments, you still felt behind. Any free time was spent pouring over ancient spell texts and potion recipes, eager to come back to school feeling confident in your abilities as a 6th year witch (and not as the hero you had been portrayed as by everyone else).
———
As you sat down with Poppy at the Hufflepuff table, you were greeted loudly by a few other housemates, their welcoming nature warming your heart. After the opening remarks from Headmaster Black and the sorting ceremony, the feast commenced with the entire hall erupting into the boisterous sounds of students laughing and reacquainting.
Taking a sip of pumpkin juice, you were suddenly startled by two cold hands covering your eyes.
“Guess who—“ a low voice sounded in your ear.
“Ominis!” You whipped your head around to see his sly grin as he sat beside you on the bench. Without hesitation, you embraced him, wrapping both arms around his thin shoulders, “I’ve missed you.”
You felt him smile against your shoulder, “Likewise—how was the rest of your summer?”
“Uneventful…thankfully,” you laughed, pulling back from him, “How about yours?”
Ominis shrugged, “Nothing grand, I did visit Anne a few weeks ago though.”
Your eyes widened, “Oh! How is she?”
“She’s doing well…at least, as well as can be expected…” he trailed off, and she knew it was because there was more to the story. His milky eyes traveled over in the direction of the Slytherin table briefly, hers following on instinct.
He came into sight almost immediately, you’d recognize those freckles anywhere. He was laughing at something, a true, jovial laugh that you hadn’t heard since Crossed Wands. Even from three tables over, you could pick it out of the crowd; the sound igniting the very blood in your veins. Sebastian’s eyes creased as the laughter died into a genuine smile; he looked good, he looked—happy. You watch as he leans over and places a kiss on the cheek of—wait.
“Imelda?!” You choked, forcing your mouth closed to avoid looking like a heartbroken sod. The fire that his laugh had set was now turning into a thick sludge in your gut, bubbling and seeping into the very essence of your being.
Ominis cringed, turning towards you with visible sympathy written on his pale face, “Yes, they began seeing each other over the summer. It’s been…rather insufferable if I’m honest.”
You shook your head, unwilling to believe the sight in front of you. Out of everyone at Hogwarts, he had to choose her? Imelda was insufferable on the best of days; brash, loud, and incredibly boastful, she was the antithesis of yourself—maybe that’s why Sebastian liked her.
“How…?” Your attention was pulled back to Ominis, brows furrowed as your lungs constricted.
He shrugged again and shook his head in disbelief, “After everything that happened, he became distant as you well know, he barely spoke to me even. Imelda, being a fellow Slytherin, is incredibly ambitious and when she sets her mind on something, there’s nothing that will stop her. She saw a lonely, lost boy in need of guidance and support, and she struck.”
The room was beginning to spin.
You’d be lying if you said the feelings you harbored for Sebastian didn’t exist. The two of you had been through unspeakable things together, leaning on each other through it all, until he decided to take a path you couldn’t follow. Even after everything, he was still your Sebastian, and the hope that one day he would come around stuck firmly in your heart. You loved him, more than just as a friend and dueling partner.
You were in love with Sebastian Sallow, you had been for a while.
Eventually, Ominis returned to his house table, promising to meet again the following morning for breakfast to compare timetables. You glanced over as he sat back down amongst his fellow Snakes, and were caught in the unwavering stare that Sebastian had set directly on you. Averting your eyes as a deep blush creeped up your cheeks, the thought of sinking through the flagstone floor seemed very appealing. That wasn’t an accidental glance, he was fixated on you; eyes boring into yours while he sat beside his girlfriend. The expression on his face was unreadable, something you’d ruminate on later.
The moment Professor Black dismissed the houses, you sprinted to your dorm, eager to be as far away from Sebastian Sallow as physically possible.
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The timetable for this term wasn’t awful; you had been able to choose which classes to pursue in accordance with which career path you planned on taking after Hogwarts, swapping the least attractive (a.k.a. impossibly boring and rather useless) courses for more riveting subject matter. After witnessing the corruption and insolence displayed by Officer Singer and her colleagues last year, becoming a member of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement was the only logical path for you. The overarching desire to create fundamental change department-wide, and actually be able to help citizens and prevent unspeakable tragedies, consumed you. Poppy had tried to convince you to pursue a career in the Department of Magical Creatures like her; something that did in fact greatly interest you, ultimately pacifying her by taking another year of Beasts classes. The one course you were looking forward to, Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts, was going to be a struggle.
It was the one class you shared with Sebastian.
Professor Hecat was a welcome sight, smiling at you as she walked towards the front of the classroom.
“Good morning everyone, and welcome to another year of Defense Against the Dark Arts! At this point in your academic journey, you should be well versed in most defensive spellwork, including protective shields and disarming maneuvers. Let’s do a little ‘welcome back’ warm-up, shall we?” Her eyes swept over the room, the majority of students returning eager expressions.
“I’ll split you all into pairs, line up on either side of the classroom and begin trying to disarm your partner,” Professor Hecat began to rattle off names, and the further she ran through the roster, the lower your stomach sank. Gaze falling to the floor as she called your last name, you knew exactly what was about to follow.
“—and Sallow. Have at it!” She motioned for the start of the duels.
You slowly pushed the chair back, refusing to even look in his general direction as you lined up against the wall.
It’s just a duel, you’ve done it a million times.
Picture him as just another foe.
Taking to the proper stance, you exhale slowly, trying to welcome in any semblance of calm. Finally looking up at your partner, his gaze was already glued to you. The vacant eyes that you saw last year were gone, replaced by the original brown, cozy warmth you had fallen in love with. It should’ve made you happy, the fact that he seemed to be doing better (at least on the outside), but all you felt was your heart sinking into your stomach. Sebastian raised his wand and narrowed his eyes, a look you knew all too well from fighting alongside him last year. He knew your exact style of dueling, he was your partner from the beginning, your right hand man; a fact that would only work to your detriment.
“Expelliarmus!” You flicked your wand towards him, a spark of exhilaration shooting up your arm.
“Protego,“ he growled, casting an immediate shield and blocking your test shot. The timber of his voice gave you goosebumps, it had been so long since you’d heard it. The two of you watched each other intensely, the air around you thick with everything unsaid.
“Stupefy—“ he shot back. You expertly dodged the stun and instantly cast another disarming spell. It hit Sebastian in the arm, wand leaping out of his hand, only to be quickly grabbed mid-air before it could be lost entirely.
“Shit…” you whispered under your breath, trying to think of another game plan.
He smirked as you repositioned yourself, “You’re rusty.”
You shot an angry look in his direction, shooting an even quicker levitation spell that he avoided with a shrug of his shoulder.
“Oh come on, I know you can do better than that,” he sent a stinging hex your way, something you both knew wasn’t allowed in Professor Hecat’s classroom.
“What’re you playing at?” You threw both hands out in disbelief, while Sebastian grinned. He was doing this on purpose, he wanted to get a rise out of you.
Sticking to Hecat’s dueling rules, you sent a quick succession of spells forward, mixing both disarming and stunning, knowing that Sebastian lacked the speed to block each one. To your surprise, he managed to avoid them (you briefly wondered who he’d been practicing with), casting a perfect protego shield and firing another fierce stupefy in your direction followed by one single bolt of confringo.
The heat of the blast burned as it shot past your head, making you gasp at the aggression. Snapping your head around, he had a shit eating grin on his smug face.
“What’s wrong? Hogwarts’ Golden Girl doesn’t want to fight back?”
“Fuck you, Sallow!” You spit, casting depulso and throwing him backwards into the wall.
As his body slammed into the stone, Professor Hecate yelling your name out.
“—DETENTION. MR. SALLOW, YOU AS WELL!”
As Sebastian sat against the wall, rubbing the back of his (now bruised) head, you quickly snatched your bag off the floor and stalked out of class early before saying something regretful.
———
Ominis had found out about the incident in Defense class later that same day, the entire school was talking about the former friends turned bitter enemies. He was less than amused by the outburst on both of your parts, chastising you for losing your ‘sense of decorum and grace at Sebastian’s childish antics’.
“You can’t let him get to you,” Ominis shook his head as he sat down with you and Poppy in the Great Hall for lunch.
Letting out an exasperating groan, you buried your head in your hands, “I know, I know. I’m not sure what came over me…”
Poppy and Ominis began to chat about their shared Charms class while you ate in silence, trying to keep your thoughts from reverting back to the tiny spark of mischief you saw in Sebastian’s eyes earlier, or how you wanted to trace every single freckle on his face—no. Stop it.
“—want to check out the newborn Kneazles that Professor Howin told me about after lunch?” Poppy chimed, looking at you eagerly over her sandwich.
It snapped you out of the daze, “Oh? Oh! Sorry, I can’t—quidditch try-outs are this afternoon.”
“You’re trying out for the team?” Poppy sat up straighter in excitement.
You nodded, taking another bite of food.
“Good for you,” Ominis nudged your arm gently, “from what I’ve heard, you’re a pretty exceptional flyer.”
Blushing, you pushed him back playfully with your elbow, “Thanks, I guess we’ll see how I fare on the quidditch pitch though.”
———
Later that day, you sat mid-air on your broom in the warm September breeze, inhaling the early scents of oncoming autumn. The trees of the Forbidden Forrest rustled just off the side of the pitch, a grouping of Jobberknolls cresting over the tops. All four houses were holding try-outs simultaneously, organizing short scrimmages of inter-house players both prospective and permanent. So far, you were one of the strongest contenders from any of them.
Except for one.
Imelda turned the pitch into her own personal showcase, making an extra effort to show off for anyone watching; anyone, including a specific Slytherin 6th year in the stands below. You had flown low over the spectators earlier in order to avoid an incoming bludger, noticing Ominis seated next to your former partner-in-crime. As you looped around, you caught Sebastian’s brown eyes fixed on you, muttering something to your mutual friend beside him.
Another Hufflepuff hopeful named Charlie thew the quaffle to you, signaling a turn to traverse through the other players and attempt to score. Weaving, diving, and dodging through the multitude of brooms, the bronze goalposts were within range; that’s when you saw a flash of green descend rapidly in front of you, blocking the path to victory. Imelda smirked, swaying as you attempted to maneuver around. She was fast and knew this game like the back of her hand, something you were already keenly aware of.
Suddenly she shot forward, kicking roughly with her boot to try and knock the quaffle out from under your arm. Making contact with your elbow, you wince at the pain, narrowing your eyes at her sinister grin. The sight of her kissing Sebastian in the Great Hall flashed before your eyes, mocking you.
Imelda pulled back and lined up to charge again. To the right, you saw a Hufflepuff beater square up with an incoming bludger. You whistled to get their attention, signaling with your eyes to help out. They smacked the bludger in your direction, and you quickly spun to hit it with the tail of your broom, redirecting it straight at Imelda. It made contact with her ribs, knocking her off the broom and sending her careening towards the ground.
Madam Kogawa shouted from the field below, “ARRESTO MOMENTUM!”
Upon seeing the interference, you rocketed towards the goal posts, tossing the quaffle through the ring effortlessly. As the Hufflepuff captain flew over to congratulate you, your eyes focused on Imelda being carted off to the hospital wing below, Sebastian following close behind.
———
On Friday night, you trudged to the Defense Against the Darks tower for detention. The thought of spending an entire night doing mindless tasks beside Sebastian made you want to vomit. All of this was his fault: the detention, the animosity, the…feelings. Everything could have been avoided if he wasn’t such an insufferable little twat.
Turning the corner, you saw him leaning outside of Professor Hecat’s door, arms crossed over his chest. Even alone he looks utterly smug and pretentious, though the words crossed your mind, your stomach (which had now suddenly taken on the form of a dozen angry billywigs) had a differing opinion. Upon hearing your footsteps, his eyes snap up, features softening slightly as you drew closer. Completely ignoring his presence (and absolutely stupid looking smirk), you breezed past through the open door. You heard him follow behind, shutting the heavy wooden door as Professor Hecat looked up from her desk.
“Good evening,” she said calmly, “as your punishment for using aggressive spells during a non-offensive lesson, you will each be writing an essay on how to best defend yourself against three types of beasts, each one without using a single attack spell.”
Sebastian groaned from the back of the room, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes at his typical dramatics.
Taking a seat close to Professor Hecat’s desk, you got to work outlining your main points. Dugbogs, Acromantulas, and Mongrels; three beasts you were (unfortunately) very familiar with. Luckily, your combat experience with numerous different magical creatures enabled the essay to practically write itself. Across the room, the sound of Sebastian tapping his quill against the desk was driving you insane. You shot him an angry look as he put his hands up, mouthing a snarky “what?” back at you.
Just ignore him, you thought, like Ominis said, he’s just trying to get a rise out of you.
Surprising absolutely no one, you finished your essay before Sebastian, rising gracefully from your desk and handing the roll of parchment to Professor Hecat with an apologetic smile.
“I’m sorry again, Professor. I promise I won’t lose my head again.”
She returned the smile, “You’re a brilliant witch, my dear, I expect great things from you. Don’t disappoint me.”
The hallways were deserted as you emerged from the classroom, curfew had passed a few hours ago so you would be in for a quiet walk back down to the dormitory. As you descended the main stairs, an insufferable voice came from behind, echoing through the vacant corridor.
“I expect great things from you, don’t disappoint me!”
Sebastian was sauntering down the staircase, a mocking grin on his face. You rolled your eyes and continued on, ignoring him just like you did Peeves.
The twin footsteps followed the corridor leading towards the bottom floor of the castle, Sebastian making an annoying point to whistle a jaunty tune the entire time that was grating on your nerves. The realization finally dawned on you that he had completely bypassed the staircase that led down to the Slytherin dungeons. Whipping around, he stopped short as to not walk directly into your body.
“Why are you following me?” You demanded, keeping your voice steady. The low lights of the torches lining the hallway flickered in his dark eyes, reminding you of the countless nights dueling down in the Undercroft together. The hanging braziers would always cast a halo effect onto his hair, looking almost angelic as he would reach out a hand to help you up after a particular strong blast. “Not bad—for a Hufflepuff,” he would chuckle, brushing the dirt from your hair. In those moments, it didn’t matter that Ominis was across the room listening, it didn’t matter that you weren’t any closer to curing Anne, it didn’t matter that the fate of the Wizarding world was weighing on your shoulders; it was just you, and him, two sides of the same Galleon, the rest just melted away.
He pushed past, cocking his head to the side as he approached the portrait leading to the kitchens.
“Promised Imelda I’d grab her something from the kitchens on my way back—they don’t serve dessert in the hospital wing, apparently…”
Mouth pressed into a tight line, you nod. The upwards inflection at the end of his statement gave you pause, it almost sounded…amused? The sight of the large barrels at the end of the hallway was a welcome sight, and you picked up the pace towards the common room entrance, desperate to get away from Sebastian and the aggressively thick tension. Tapping the second to last barrel, you stared at the wooden entrance as it slid open, allowing passage through. Before stepping over the threshold, you could’ve sworn the sound of your name was whispered quietly from down the hall; when you glanced back, the kitchen portrait was just snapping shut.
———
Avoiding Sebastian was becoming almost impossible; for as large as the castle was, it seemed like the two of you kept running into each other at every turn. Defense class was honestly the easiest place to avoid him, surprisingly; after the incident at the beginning of the year, Professor Hecat knew better than to pair you together. He sat close to the back every week, an opposing position to your front row seat. Outside of the classroom was an entirely different story. In the Great Hall, you would always be within eyeshot of him, and whenever Ominis would stop by your table to chat, you could feel his gaze on you from across the room.
“—I just don’t know how I’ll manage to keep up with it. I still have three essays for Magical Theory, Charms, and Arithmancy, how can I possibly find time to write another for History of Magic?” Ominis ran a hand down his pale face. Sixth year was giving everyone a run for their money; you had never seen Ominis this frazzled about school before. As he continued to whine, you glanced up from your lunch to see Sebastian sitting at the far table, staring directly at you with an expression that could only be describe as longing. Holding his eyes for the briefest of moments, his attention was quickly torn away by the arrival of Imelda, who flopped down on the bench rather dramatically. Her scowl was prominent, and you silently thought about what trivial occurrence had set her off this time. The contents of your lunch threatened to expel themselves as you watched Sebastian throw a protective arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to begin a vicious assault on her mouth. The call of your name snapped your attention from the gruesome display of affection.
“—are you even listening to me?” Ominis whined, face contorted with mild annoyance.
You hummed, the display you just witnessed seemingly burned into your eyes, “Yes, sorry, Ominis. I’m just…”
“Distracted?” His voice was laden with accusation as his eyes drifted over towards the Slytherin table. Your eyes refused to follow, knowing exactly what scene they’d be met with.
“Yes…there’s a lot on my mind between school, and quidditch, and—”
“—and our old friend, Mr. Sallow?” Ominis remained fixated on his house table, voice monotonous as if he were stating a well-known fact.
You choked audibly, eyes about to leave your skull as Ominis’ face remained stoic.
“He asked about you the other day, you know.”
The sentence knocked the wind out of you.
“…o-oh?” Your stumbling voice was a traitor, “and what did he want, exactly?”
“To know how you were.”
A volatile swirl of emotions happened simultaneously. As your heart did somersaults in your chest cavity at the thought of Sebastian giving even one iota of a damn about your wellbeing, the deep rooted hurt and anger from his actions began to courses through your veins like poison; threatening to consume the delicate fluttering between your ribs.
“…and what did you tell him?” The question came out as a barely audible whisper, the hurricane still raging inside of your body, each emotion vying for control.
Ominis slowly panned back to your pained expression, “I told him to ask you himself.”
———
Last winter was brutal, but this years was shaping up to be even worse. The castle grounds had been perpetually blanketed in heavy snow for almost two months straight, so much that you had frankly forgotten what grass looked like. On top of that, the wind whipped violently across the lawns and swirled around the courtyards, making it almost impossible to be outside between classes. The majority of the time you were comfortably resigned to lounging in the Hufflepuff Common Room, the warmth and coziness of the underground burrow breathing some much needed life back into your bones. You and Ominis had begun swapping books as entertainment; once the two of you had completed your respective novels, you’d switch them in-between classes or drop them off at breakfast. Sometimes Ominis would write little notes and stick them in the pages of chapters he found very interesting, so you began to copy the sentiment, making notes in the margins on lines that particularly moved you. Afterwards, deep discussions would be had in the Undercroft about each story, coming up with theories and breaking down each plot point. It had become a hobby you truly enjoyed, and it brought the both of you even closer together.
Ominis had been on a big muggle literature kick lately, opting for recommending ancient greek texts for this cycle of book-swapping. He dropped off a small, leather-bound copy of The Odyssey one morning at breakfast, raving on and on about how much he enjoyed it and being extremely anxious upon hearing your thoughts once finished. His excitement had you beaming, genuinely for once, a smile that made your cheeks hurt slightly. You hadn’t felt that since…well, since last year.
The anniversary of the Battle of the Repository was approaching, something that refused to leave the forefront of your mind. The book-swap with Ominis had been helping slightly, giving you at least a slight reprieve while reading about far away places and fantastic adventures, but you couldn’t stay stuck in the pages forever, and the reminders would always creep back quickly.
Double Potions that morning led into a free afternoon (thank Merlin, you could only take so much of Garreth Weasley in one day), meaning that the rest of the day could be spent curled up by the fire in your common room reading without distractions. The thought of the gentle heat warming your frozen body is what got you through the dreary hours-long dungeon class (the lack of feeling in your toes stealing most of your attention, allowing you to completely shut Garreth’s incessant talking out). At Professor Sharp’s grunt of dismissal, you practically flew from the dungeon, taking the steps two at a time back up to your warm, golden oasis.
The best couch was unoccupied as you walked through the wooden tunnel, tossing your bag onto the rug and flopping down amongst the floral embroidered cushions. You stretch your feet out towards the fire, feeling the blood begin to flow back to your soles and wiggling each toe inside your boots.
The spine of The Odyssey cracked as you pried it open, relishing in the feeling of the parchment on your fingertips. As you worked your way through, a small piece of parchment slid out from the back of the book, landing directly into your lap. A small note was scrawled onto the torn paper, and you instantly recognized Ominis’ posh handwriting (the way he flourished the last letter of each word was a dead giveaway).
Meet me in the Undercroft after curfew tonight.
Tonight? There’s no way you’d be able to finish this book by tonight, it was already almost—shit, it was almost dinner. Sighing, you began to tear through the pages, deciding to skip dinner entirely in lieu of attempting to finish by this evening. You’d just pop by the kitchens on the way to the Undercroft, Ominis was always welcoming of midnight snacks anyway.
The clock in the common room chimed at 10pm, signaling that curfew had officially begun. After a quick pit-stop in the kitchens (you grabbed Ominis and extra dessert hoping it would make him less annoyed that you hadn’t been able to finish his book that day), you snuck silently towards the Defense Tower.
The gate to the Undercroft groaned as you lifted it, stepping through and looking around the dim area for any signs of life.
“Ominis?” You call into the room, “I’m sorry—I really tried to finish but I ran out of—“
A shuffling in the corner caught your attention. Ominis never remembered to light the torches if he got there first, something you really needed to remind him of.
“Incendio,” you ignited one of the braziers by a nearby pillar, illuminating Sebastian’s face.
“What’re you doing here?” Your voice was accusatory as you gripped onto your book.
“Me?” His brows raised incredulously, “Need I remind you, this was my secret first. If anything, I should be asking why you’re here.”
Prick.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m supposed to be meeting Ominis.”
Sebastian hummed in acknowledgement, “I don’t think he’ll be making it.”
A pit of fear began to form in your gut, an unintentional mechanism put in place after everything that happened last year.
“What’re you talking about? Is he okay?!” Your voice began to raise as panic shot through every cell in your being.
He raised his hands in a calming manner, “He’s fine, last I saw he was heading up to bed.”
…What? Ominis knew you had a meeting tonight, he’s the one that bloody sent the invitation! You pulled out the torn piece of parchment from the pages of the book, examining the words again to see if maybe you had misread it.
Sebastian chuckled darkly from across the room, “Impressive, isn’t it? I think I’m getting rather good at imitation charms.”
Your eyes slowly raised to his smug face, “…you? You wrote this? Why—“
“I—wanted to talk to you,” his voice faltered slightly.
Your eyes widened, “Now you want to talk? It’s been months, Sebastian…”
The blood in your veins was beginning to heat up, all of the anger that had been building since last winter coming back to the surface.
He sighed, “How are you?”
The cackle that left your mouth was accidental, “How am I? Is that a joke? You’re joking, right?”
He sat stone-faced as you raised both eyebrows at him incredulously.
“You’re unbelievable…” you grumbled, turning towards the gate to leave.
“Wait!” He rushed forward grabbed your wrist. The touch sent electric shocks through your arm.
“Please—I—I’m sorry,” His voice was low, eyes pleading with you to stay, “I just, don’t know what to say.”
“An apology would be a fantastic place to start,” you retorted rather rudely, earning a sideways glance from him.
“I’m trying—”
“—No you’re not.”
“Well, maybe if you let me get a word in—“
“—go ahead then, tell me what you’re ‘trying’ to apologize for,” you crossed your arms over your chest.
Sebastian backed up slightly, “…Everything. I’m sorry for dragging you into this, I’m sorry you had to see me at my worst—“
“—at your worst? Sebastian, I lied for you, shit—I cast unforgivables for you. I convinced Ominis to keep everything a secret so you wouldn’t be sent to Azkaban. And what did you do? You disappeared—“
“—I know, I’m sorr—“
“No!” Your voice was growing louder as you felt the tears start forming again, “You don’t get it! We went through hell together, I fought beside you while you took advantage of me and my powers. You used me, Sebastian…you used me and threw me away when you saw nothing left to gain…”
“Is…is that really what you think?” He whispered, eyes full of a sad desperation that you couldn’t place.
You sniffle, avoiding his gaze altogether, “I needed you. After Ranrok…after losing Professor Fig…I was so alone. All I wanted was to see you, to talk to the one person I loved the most.”
You watched as Sebastian’s eyes glassed over.
“I couldn’t face you, not after everything you saw, everything that I put you through. That day in the Scriptorium, when I—“ His voice cracked, wet eyes glancing up at the ceiling,”—when I cast crucio on you, I thought I’d lost you. I had promised myself to never hurt you again after that night, and I…I failed. I failed myself, and most importantly, I failed you. I didn’t use you for your powers…I needed you beside me because you’re—you’re the only person besides Anne that I can’t live without.”
He drew closer, his soft freckles becoming more defined as he inched forward. Your breath hitched as he grabbed your wrist again softy, tracing down until his calloused fingers intertwined with yours. It was intoxicating.
“…I’ve missed you,” he whispered.
As you met his eyes, he closed the remaining space, crashing his lips to yours. All of the tension and emotions from the past year surged through your body, pushing against him as he wrapped an arm around your waist. Mouths moving in perfect tandem, he kissed you with a soft, longing passion that stole the breath from your lungs. He began to trail down your jawline, pressing delicate marks into your skin that threatened to burn you alive.
“What about Imelda?” You exhaled, his deft fingers gripping onto your backside as he wedged a knee between your legs.
You felt him smirk into your neck.
“…who?” He whispered into your ear before pushing you against the cold stone of the Undercroft, the devilish grin still evident as his lips found their home against yours.
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Guardian Zestial Pt 1
Something that has somewhat been living rent-free in my brain for a while.
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When Charlie was an itty-bitty little babe, Lucifer started worrying about his precious little girl getting in trouble. Since Razzle and Dazzle aren't in existence yet (idk how old these two are or when Charlie got them as her servants/bodyguards), the King of Hell started looking for a suitable bodyguard that could double as a caretaker. The tricky bit was looking for someone who wouldn't try to use Charlie as leverage because this was Hell.
Therefore, Lucifer made a very detailed list of criteria that he wanted for this Protector for his precious little girl. Someone strong enough to protect Charlie from any type of threat within Hell, wouldn't use Charlie as leverage to get to Lucifer, wouldn't harm Charlie in "Any" way, could care for a child, smart enough to be a tutor if needed, and most importantly, someone Lucifer could genuinely trust.
Simple list, but given that this was Hell, that was a tall order. So Lucifer created little "Speye Ducks" to search the entire Pride Ring for his precious daughter's perfect protector.
Thankfully, none of the denizens of the Pride Ring noticed the Speye Ducks; if they did, they either didn't care about them or thought they weren't worth their time.
It takes a year or two for Lucifer to find some potential guardians for his precious little daughter. A handful of Sinners and a few members of the Goieta. The biggest issue was whether or not he could trust any of these potential guardians. Therefore, Lucifer created a plan to test these potential guardians. An easy test of trust on paper, but easy to fail.
Lucifer summons these people (separately) and gives them a sealed envelope, telling them that he needs them to deliver this secret letter to a potential grand commander for the army he's planning on making. Lucifer makes it a point to tell them he trusts them with this valuable information and not look at it. He sends them off after he tells them where this "commander" is. Once he gives all the potential Guardians the test, he teleports himself to said location and waits.
All but one failed the test. Zestial.
He is the only one to take a moment to weigh his options regarding this 'information', considering the pros and cons of looking at the 'information' and following Lucifer's orders. Seeing that it would be more beneficial to have the Ruler of Hell's trust in his corner over a glimpse at something that would possibly become public once the 'army' was established, Zestial proceeded to deliver the envelope to its destination without opening it.
Zestial is understandably surprised and confused when he arrives at the location and finds Lucifer there.
Lucifer congratulates the Overlord on passing his little trust test and then proceeds to tell Zesital why he did this and why. Ofc, Zesital is confused by all this.
Lucifer goes into more detail on his desire to have a perfect guardian for his precious daughter and why. He explains how Zestial fits the criteria he's looking for and wants him to be that guardian, and ofc Lucifer isn't asking Zestial to do this for free.
So they talk for a while to iron out this little Deal. For the care and protection of Charlette "Charlie" Morningstar (plus the possibility of being a teacher to her), Zestial will earn Lucifer's backing as an Overlord, given protected areas during the Extermination in his territories for the souls that he owns (not the entire territory because that will be too obvious to others in Hell and the Exorcists, but scattered across it in easy to access areas), and the access to the Morningstar Mansion to him and anyone he holds close to his heart. Ofc, Lusicer makes sure to put in the contract that Zestial couldn't use any personal information he gains while at the Morningstar Mansion or while caring for Charlie. Both beings keep their souls.
After solidifying the contract for the Deal, both Lucifer and Zestial agree to it and seal it.
It doesn't take too long before Zestial becomes attached to the cheery little toddler while in his care. While bitty Charlie didn't enjoy the screams of the denizens of Hell, she seemed to enjoy the teas that Zestial brought. The little tot was more interested in the sweeter teas than the bitter ones.
It doesn't take long before Zestial brings little Charlie (maybe when she's 6-7ish) over to the Carmine Family for a get-together. Odette and Clara were overjoyed by the fact that they could be big sister figures to Little Charlie. Carmilla is understandably confused by this, at least until Zestial confides to her about his little charge while the children are playing. Ofc, Carmilla gives him a 'what are you thinking?' talk. Zestial understands his friend's concerns and explains why he accepted the Deal, adding that he asked for Lucifer to also place a Safe Zone in the Carmine Residence and that little Charlie might as well be his little goddaughter. Carmilla couldn't help but agree that the youngest of the Morningstars was easy to love and was willing to look after the youngling in case Zestial was busy, somewhat adding that her daughters would be willing to look after her too. (Family Bonding!!)
Over the years, Zestial learned more about the Morningstars as well as somewhat became part of the family.
But the more subtle yet information Zestial gained came specifically during and after the Extermination. He saw how much the Morningstars loathed that day. Charlie was more obvious about that since she was still pretty young and didn't understand what was going on. Lilith seemed to get irritable. And Lucifer was... Complicated... He seemed to have this strange combination of anger and sadness when this day came around... Zestial watched these moments from the shadows for years, unsure how to broach the subject.
Until one year when the Exorcist decided to have the Extermination a week early when Zestial was out and about with the Carmine Family and little Charlie for an afternoon stroll in a bizarre to get some supplies for said event. The attack was sudden and there was no real time to take cover for anyone. However, Zestial was quick to act and used his powers to grab the Carmines and little Charlie and then teleport them all into the Morningstar Mansion with only seconds to spar.
Ofc, Lucifer is confused by their sudden presence and asks what was going on. When he's told about the early Extermination, Lucifer goes through several different emotions in a matter of seconds. Sock, disbelief, worry, relief, anger, and resentment in that order. Little Charlie rushed into her father's arms in tears, still terrified over the whole ordeal.
That was when Odette and Clara shouted at Lucifer, asking him why the hell he allowed the Exorcist to do the Extermination every year before Zestial and Carmilla could stop them.
Lucifer quickly snaps back in anger, "You really think I want this shit to happen!?" The ruler of hell then says in anger, "But does Heaven listen when I suggest any alternative solutions?! NO!! They don't give a crap!!" Lucifer hugs his confused daughter closer when he says softly, "All I was able to do was make sure they leave the Hellborns alone..."
The Carmine Family and Zestial... Did not know how to respond to this... Reveal... But due to Lucifer and Zestial's deal, this information stays between them. Never to be told to anyone outside the Morningstar home...
A few years go by, little Charlie starts spending a little more time outside the Morningstar mansion. But most of that time was either with Zestial or the Carmine Family, learning a lot of useful skills. Charlie learned about conjuring magic from Zesital while she learned combat and weaponry from the Carmines. It didn't take too long before she could handle any type of threat on her own, mostly. Charlie was still an oddly kind-hearted soul for a hellborn and princess of hell. Zestial usually takes care of the would-be assassins behind Charlie's back by using fear tactics.
To be continued in pt 2.
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I love seeing ur original content your designs and art are always a delight to behold Teddy x Shadow owns my SOUL I love this normal dude (ft paws!) x Ultimate life form who else is best for Shadow to experience the true wonders of the world Maria loved so much?
Also Fibula my beloved he's so fun was thinking about him yesterday general rotation thoughts him calling metal Sonic and Sonic Sonny imagining him clomp clomp stomping on his new legs and nearly tearing apart Sonic with his bare hands after Sonic kicks off Metals head like "Oh? So killing maiming destroying you?" cause guess murder is FINE then for you heroes if its US. Also him and his beloved who's name I cannot recall brain says Lala and I'm just that's, a telly tubby but I know she got Ls cause that's ur fav letter, Ghost Zombie is something that's so special to me
Was also thinking about your Alabastor(?) frozen hot world shard au place just ur Cheese Cream art with Cream as wisp cretur heart and the art ref of Hatchet ect his two wisps just them<3 it's such a fun lil thing
I love seeing you've posted in my following list I always check your account as one of the morning firsts lmao part of the morning tumblr check, make me wanna draw sonic stuff (eventually maybe I swear XD there's thoughts bouncing around thanks to u sparks joy)
bro i am literally living in ur head rent free
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☆ how the boxers react to being flirted with ☆
Sorry for dissapearing (again), i was busy damaging my hearing, enjoy my woobification teehee
Glass Joe
- Really depends on how you flirt with him, if its poetic or really straightforward hes gonna turn into a tomato
- hes not giggling, its just your imagination nuh uh
- he def rolls in bed like a rotisserie chicken while thinking about ur pick up line
- hes gonna try to flirt back until its just a competition of who blushes the hardest
Von Kaiser
- actual jaw drop from him, the more poetic the better
- in shock, his brain literally turns off
- has to check his pulse because GODDAMN his heart is beating harder than usual (You may have a heart palpitation, kaiser)
- you live rent free in his head now congratulations
Disco Kid
- right back at you, if youre a bit too straightforward he may need to tell you to slow down
- youre getting a response IMMEDIATLY. And i mean it, fresh out of the oven, thrown at you with some sprinkles on top
- giggling while he calls you cute names like sweetie, honey, baby etc etc
King Hippo
- nice try, HES AROACE!! (GET HEADCANONED IDIOT!!)
- he laughs it off while making it clear hes not into you or anyone
- flattered though, appreciates the fact that you were willing to go out of your way to approach him
- if he was not aroace or only ace, he'd just smile, the more poetic you go with him the better you have chance of making him go red
Piston Hondo
- hes suddenly cosplaying a cherry
- loves poetic rizz, will definitely go back at you until both of your flirting attempts sound like two lovers mailing each other in opposite sides of the world while one is at war
- if youre straightforward he just gets flabbergasted, like what do you mean there isnt a build up for it with 20 poems inbetween??
- cant focus rest of the day, hes internally screaming off a mountain
- the sight of you just makes his ability to focus evaporate
- draws and/or writes about you rest of the day
Great Tiger
- if you use something clever you can get a small blush out of him
- if you're the type to go for poetic lines youre gonna need to call 911 because his soul literally vanishes from existence, tiger dont go into the light stay with us PLEASE
- has to have his clones give him flirting advice because his flirting skills are not there (like 80% of my hearing)
- his flirting attempts are just "damn, are you a construction worker?, because you are a building." no matter how much he tries
Bear Hugger
- he makes his reactions clear, literally emotes while you flirt with him
- if youre poetic or straightforward he literally just says "woah"
- he just turns into that one cartoon wolf im not kidding, literal "ohh mama hubba hubba" from this man
- his flirting style is very straightforward, not "hey babygirl" type but "youre so pretty i would leave all my belongings and change my identity if it ment i could hold your hand" type, do you understand??
Don Flamenco
- replies 1.2 seconds after you, he needs to have the last word here (or last rizz in this case)
- literal mirror, the more more straightforward & atrocious your lines are the more straightforward his are going to be until it devolves into both of you sounding down bad, when they go low, he goes lowER
- poetic lines makes him have a heart attack
- its actually possible to fluster him
- unironically says babygirl to anyone hes flirting with when approaching, it doesnt matter how tall, strong or flirty you are, your gender doesnt matter, he can and will call you babygirl, its a gender neutral term for him, corners you while doing it
Aran Ryan
- evil cackling, if you put a organ over his laugh you suddenly get a scooby doo villain, he sounds less like hes flustered and more like hes about to detonate a nuclear bomb
- unhinged lines, ends up getting restraining orders thrown at him
- brings things he finds cool to flirt, ranging from flowers to rocks (he was a evil crow in a past life trust me his left eyebrow told me)
- cartwheels away
Soda Popinski
- maniacal giggling, even if its not THAT good & ridiculously straightforward
- his pick up lines unintentionally sound like god tier shitposts & end up working somehow
- corners you (in the romantic way) if you're really direct
- has the silliest giggle when flustered, literal "hehe" coming from this man that could snap you in half if he wanted to
Bald Bull
- you think the others are bad at handling flirting?? Then you havent seen bald bull because OH MY GOD HES ABOUT TO LITERALLY FLY OFF THE EARTH
- hes actually fairly difficult to fluster but once you find his weak spot hes gone from there
- cannot flirt back, blurts something dumb out like "sorry im all red pretty people make me nauseous"
- he literally goes (> - <) when blushing & covers his face with his hands
- the more direct you are the closer he gets to passing out
- stutters a lot (omg y/n is that you)
- Bull, this is bottom behavior
- people use the most unhinged pick up lines on him, someone once told him "let me milk you."
- his hands automatically go 👉👈 if hes too flustered
Super Macho Man
- Stop boosting his ego please, he may be flustered but youre kinda enabling him
- dumbest pick up lines
- also another unironic "hey babygirl" user
- if he doesnt know what to do he just throws money & valuables, 5000 dollars be upon ye
Mr Sandman
- oh my god he has the sweetest smile ever (if you dont go too straightforward), he doesnt blush a whole lot but he just chuckles a bit
- if youre direct, his jaw also drops like huh??
- his weak spots are poems & small gifts
- a little bit dense but once he gets it he smiles like crazy
- giggling kicking his feet whenever he remembers that
#punch out#headcanon#punch out wii#don flamenco#punch out headcanons#bald bull#piston hondo#glass joe#aran ryan#great tiger#von kaiser#bear hugger
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these fuckers live rent free in my brain, my heart AND my soul
(i would've added Ron weasley but i didn't wanted to include someone else's fanart without credits, and -sorry Rupert- but the movie Ron is completly NOT tall and skinny like in the books)
#papyrus#papyrus undertale#sundrop#sundrop security breach#moondrop#moondrop security breach#cove holden#cove holden our life#cove our life#ena#ena joel g#itward#itward fran bow#albert vanderboom#albert rusty lake
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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ajakalndjdla
My brain is in mush and my heart in shambles. Obligatory hug to n darling #5
From last chapter's ending I knew the fallout was going go hard and it definitely did not disappoint.
First, so much suspense. That first section with Kafka deliberately speaking to Darling, taunting her inside Blade memories as it slowly builds up to the reveal made me go from "huh what?" to "oh shieeeet that explains it". It was all part of the damn script.
As you mentioned, Bladie really gets to show off multiple sides. Unfortunately none of them are quite selfless enough to just GO AWAY🙄🤣 also that little snippet with Baiheng and the cloud quintet 😢
Him going "yes it's that easy for me" and daring her to repeat her words was another chilling moment, the sheer lengths he's willing to go for this...
The last part with their "deal" and promise felt like a cruel parody down to the way Lear addressed her 😩 the one comfort I will take is knowing Darling and Lear got to bang and that her "boyfriend" will forever live rent-free in Blade's mind
I love Darling for doing her best. She's gone through so much, she IS going through so much but her priority is still making sure her home and Lear and Nona are safe, even if she has to sell her soul and dignity to not one but TWO devils😭😭
Nexus was a really fun (if painful) journey to go through, the setting of Eris itself was interesting and the characters too! Loved the ride to sexy pain city. Lock writing too good, tonight I'll sleep with Thoughts ™️
And as always, take care Lock and bun bun! ♥️ Have a good day~
AA i'm glad to hear that the suspense came across ... it might sound weird from a writer who primarily writes horror/thriller, but whenever i'm working on scenes like that, i wonder if they'll come across how i intended. this one in particular i really wanted to get right since i wrote the entire story mostly for the ending dsjfgksgj so thank you very much!!!
n darling is in her kaneki ken era... she's able to hold it together though, knowing that lear and nona's well-beings rely on her. it's interesting that what landed her in this situation to begin with is also what sustains her through it. otherwise she'd just constantly be trying to scratch blade's eyes out like a feral cat.
'Loved the ride to sexy pain city' LMAOO i love this description sgjkdgk i think that sums up the Tone™ pretty well.
thank you very much for reading and sharing your thoughts!! there is nothing more i could ask for 🥺💖
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it's BATFAM FIC REC TIME!! feat. my very correct commentary
these are organized roughly by character, but some of them involve multiple members of the Batfam so that's its own category as well. these are all the fics in my bookmarks, but if anyone has any they'd like to contribute, hit me up!
bruce-centric
Nature and Nurture by lurkinglurkerwholurks
this fic. THIS FIC. staying up all night crying, screaming into the pillow, etc etc. lots of good feels, lots of angst, each character gets a moment to shine. 11/10 age regression fic
The Once and Future Batman by Electrons
another age regression fic! as always, Electrons doesn't MISS. humor, angst, and fluff all packed together, giving special attention to the nuances of crime fighting. I am COMPELLED
dick-centric
Fear by Electrons
Young Justice (TV) universe. fear toxin fic feat. Good Dad!Bruce
do as I say (not as I do) by daringyounggrayson
blood and fluff, with a side of Bruce being a good dad for the soul
i trust no one else by wingedgrace
I am. not normal about this fic. and I simply never will be. IMPECCABLE batfam feels with a straight shot of pure angst (and some softer sibling stuff to break it up a bit. I'm not a masochist). it DOES contain implied torture from the antagonist and some implied abuse from Bruce, so be mindful and read the tags before diving in; but I personally thought it was all beautifully handled, and it's one of the few fics with Bad Dad!Bruce that I will accept because of that. all in all, it's one of those fics that tore my heart into pieces and stitched it back together at the end <3
wings and other broken things by wingedgrace
Talon!Dick AUs always make me INSANE and this is no exception. it kept me up for hours because I had to take frequent scream-into-the-pillow breaks. lots of angst and mild whump, but also so many soft cuddle scenes that I am FED AND WATERED HALLELUJAH AMEN
jason-centric
White Lighters / Afterglow by lurkinglurkerwholurks
CRYING SCREAMING THROWING UP ETC
tim-centric
Boys Don't Cry by TimDrakeIsMyPatronus
angst with some good sibling vibes! mind the tags though <3
is anyone getting this? by Batshit_Bogs
HOOOOOLY FUCK OWWWWWW ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST /pos
Plummeting by TimDrakeIsMyPatronus
more Tim whump! some Good Dad!Bruce too :]
I See Dead People by Sohotthateveryonedied
ok listen. LISTEN.
I'm soooo normal about this fic
*narrator voice* no the fuck they aren't
damian-centric
Notoriously Hard to Kill by Batshit_Bogs
angst and some batfam feels (featuring my favorite trope: arena battles)
Help, I Accidentally Almost Killed the Neighbor by Batshit_Bogs
this author never MISSES with Damian I swear to god. soft and fluffy beekeeper au with a smidgen of DamiJon for spice
Paint Cans and Sneaking Out by Batshit_Bogs
screaming crying throwing up etc <3 Damian as a graffiti artist isn't what I thought I needed, but boy is it a need
duke-centric
Strange Bedfellows by snackbaskets
a short lil cuddlefic that I love more than my own family /j
batfam
Frightening, But Not Afraid by snackbaskets
FEAR TOXIN WINGFIC WHAT MORE COULD YOU WANNNNT?!?!?! angst but more importantly, FLUFFY WING CUDDLES
Bats of a Feather by Batshit_Bogs
MORE WINGFICS!!! frothing at the mouth feral over these <3 angst, fluff, and humor (feat. Dick and Damian as Batman and Robin!)
Watch This by snackbaskets
a cocaine shot of pure fluff. Good Dad!Bruce with a side of mischievous childe Robin and HalBarry as a treat
Kidding Around With the Bats by bewaretheboojum, njw, Silver_Snow_77, and vellaphoria
half the batfam gets deaged. shenanigans ensue. fluff and humor with a dash of angst for flavor
The Robin Protocol by snackbaskets
*holds this fic close to my chest* it's just..........so so so important to me ok
Cling-On by Bjurnberg
Dick as Robin, sneaking into a JL meeting. fluff and humor and BAM SURPRISE ANGST
Why Adopt Kids When You Can Adopt Merpeople by Batshit_Bogs
this series lives in my brain rent-free. makes me insane /pos. mind the tags though babes <3
We'll Be Carrying Each Other by Sohotthateveryonedied
*deep inhale* AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH
Gotham by Gaslight AU. makes me insane.
Through the Mirror by Batshit_Bogs
holy. FUCKING shit. definitely my favorite Reverse Robins au to date. makes me insane. froth at the mouth, if you will. I wish I could eat this series. warning: don't read it all in one sitting because the angst overload probably rewired my brain when I did that👍
go forth and give these authors some love!!!
#winter speaks#batfam fic recs#tw cocaine#i just mentioned it but just in case#batfam#dick grayson#jason todd#nightwing#damian wayne#red hood#bruce wayne#batman#duke thomas#the signal#tim drake#red robin#lemme know if any of the links are broken!!
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I MEED MORE BUG BOIS 😭😭😭 Moth and spider Shigaraki lives in my head rent free. Please more monster bug men getting kinky 😭💕💕 you write kink and BDSM SO well every time your probably one of my favourite sources of that reading material ever. I’m chomping on the bit thinking of a commission but for your list of monsters please; the bug bois
Lol, I also love the buggy boys, and I actually do have a very big spider!shifter story I'm working on called Entangled that maybe I'll pick up again! Please feel free to hit me up with commissions as complex as having a full plot or ones that are just a list of kinks and a monster, I'll have fun working on either! But in the meantime, here's a little excerpt to tide you over!
It's very late when he does finally hear movement from downstairs. A door swinging open and then a brief silence before footsteps begin to move through the house towards the kitchen. Straining his ears to listen for the sounds so hard that when there's a loud thud of something hitting wood, he nearly jumps out of his skin. Far too heavy a sound to be turkeys or rabbits--
Ashton is on his feet, grabs his sword, and moves swiftly from the room and down the stairs. He'd extinguished the lanterns earlier and the house is drenched in shadow as he moves from the stairs and through the living room. bursts into the kitchen not even knowing what he expects to do if Cyrus has really killed some dumb soul that was wandering--
The webbing catches his blade, sticky and tough enough that he cannot cut through the canopy of it that detaches from the ceiling, and his sword is abruptly yanked out of his hand. He barely has time to register that before there are hands at his wrists, one at his throat, and then the wall is at his back so hard that it knocks the wind out of him as flashing jet and mercury eyes are on him, clicking growl snarling out from behind Cyrus's bared fangs.
Fear constricts his throat. For one sickening moment he's certain those teeth will be gouging into his skull in the next second. But the pain doesn't come. Cyrus loosens the grip around his throat, the clicking trailing off. Then he shifts just a bit, one hand moving to the webs again. His sword clatters to the floor and the movement allows him to see over his shoulder, to the table. To the stag laying still across the surface. An animal, not a person. Doesn't have a chance to be relieved before Cyrus is pressing in even closer, nose running along the side of his throat. Ashton's heart races, heat pricking out over his skin in a tangled mess he doesn't want to examine, more clicking sounds coming out of the other man's throat.
"Now you smell like fear?" Words low and tangled with the inhuman chitters, "But still ripe, in my nest, plucking my webs, offering food. Do you have any idea how distracting you've been?" Hot breath over his skin that's sending gooseflesh out from where it touches. Unarmed, mortal, against a monster that has killed dozens before him. "You need to go back to your room. Let me eat." But the grip around his wrists doesn't loosen, another low chitter leaving him. "Unless you're willing to let me taste you?"
And no, absolutely not. He has no intention of ending up as one of the corpses dangling outside. But as another set of his hands wrap around his hips, trying to pull him close, Ashton's brain unhelpfully short-circuits, breath catching in his throat as Cyrus presses their bodies together from shoulder to hip.
The sound the creature makes now is nearly a purr, nosing along his throat again. "Smell so good,"
"Cyrus," Not sure if it's fear anymore that's making his voice go so thin. Has known that his looks are a trap, really, really not intending to fall for them. Doesn't know if he's trying to tell the creature to stop or to try and snap him out of whatever half-feral state that his hunting has left him in.
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Black Pete and Jim Jimenez
I see you tugging on your shirt
Trying to hide inside of it
And hide how much it hurts
Let 'em laugh while they can
Let 'em spin, let 'em scatter in the wind
I have been to the movies, I've seen how it ends
And the joke's on them
-Brandi Carlile, The Joke
Pete shrugs. "Doesn't matter to me. I'm not friends with you because you're the chatty type."
Jim adjusts their hat with a smile. They remember Pete catching their hat at the wedding like it had been a bouquet thrown by a bride on land, the way that Jim had hoped that it meant that soon enough, Pete would get to have the same glorious moment that they had. That Jim had hoped that Pete would get to feel loved and cherished and held tight by those that loved him most.
Pete has had a special little place in their heart for awhile now. Sure, they have friends now, consider every crew member a part of the family they never got to have as a child, but Pete's different. Yes, Olu was their first friend ever, but their relationship evolved into something different, something that involved wanting to be touched and adored and worshipped.
Jim never wanted to kiss Pete. They never wanted him to be anything more than just a friend.
But they care about him deeply. As much as they love Olu and Archie, cherish and adore them with everything they have, they will always have an understanding with Pete that they don't have with anyone else. A connection to the power of creation, of change, of being so determined to make your body fit your soul that you remake yourself, until your clothes and body and life and name are right.
Pete is something good. Something precious. Just because they are not married to him, do not want him in that way, doesn't mean that they don't love him.
-aletterinthenameofsanity, love the one you hold (watch me as I tumble homeward)
Guys. GUYS. The galaxy-brained relationship between trans Black Pete and Jim is the best thing I've ever read, especially after the recent update regarding Jim's top surgery. This friendship has been living in my brain rent-free for WEEKS now and it will stay there for a very long time. I adore their dynamic so much!
@polikate @yuenity @possumsmushroom @angxlwiings @bricksbloggyplace
#jim jimenez#black pete#trans black pete#ao3#fanfic#fic rec#aletterinthenameofsanity#moodboard#lyrics#brandi carlile#the joke#jim & pete friendship my beloved#they mean so much to me#and things only get even more precious in the top surgery fic#ofmd
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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ* A COLLECTION OF QUOTES THAT LIVE IN MY HEAD RENT-FREE.
as the title says, this is a list of quotes from books, movies, song lyrics, videogames, pinterest posts and anything else that has been stuck in my brain forever, for one reason or another. a part 2 may or may not follow. adapt any gendered terms as needed!
❝ to love is to destroy, and to be loved is to be the one destroyed. ❞
❝ there are no men like me. only me. ❞
❝ the heart is an arrow. it demands aim to land true. ❞
❝ give me back my girlhood, it was mine first. ❞
❝ stories connect us to our past. they shape a people in profound ways. without them, we are lost. ❞
❝ everyone loves strength, but do you love me for my weakness? ❞
❝ i wish that i could say i am a light that never goes out, but i flicker from time to time. ❞
❝ just between us, did the love affair maim you too? ❞
❝ when the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway. ❞
❝ death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints. ❞
❝ when they shattered our spirit, we became sharpest at the break. ❞
❝ she didn't want to be loved for her petals, she wanted to be loved for her thorns. she knew if someone loved her flaws, they would love her whole. ❞
❝ to love someone is firstly to confess: i'm prepared to be devastated by you. ❞
❝ love speaks in flowers. truth requires thorns. ❞
❝ because saving the people you love isn't stupid. it isn't even a choice. ❞
❝ don't go where i can't follow. ❞
❝ whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. ❞
❝ it takes grace to remain kind in cruel situations. ❞
❝ there's some good in this world, and it's worth fighting for. ❞
❝ the water hears and understands. the ice does not forgive. ❞
❝ i am my scars. ❞
❝ that's the thing about pain. it demands to be felt. ❞
❝
it's not your fault i ruin everything. and it's not your fault i can't be what you need. ❞
❝ i'm not interested in being polite or heterosexual. ❞
❝ the flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all. ❞
❝ you were the one who wanted to win. and i just wanted a sister. ❞
❝ you know how scared i am of elevators. never trust it if it rises fast, it can't last. ❞
❝ i am not ruined. i am ruination. ❞
❝ all my flowers grew back as thorns. ❞
❝ if i can't have love i want power. ❞
❝ i came out to attack people, and i'm honestly having such a good time right now. ❞
❝ anger was better than tears, better than grief, better than guilt. ❞
❝ i'm meaner than my demons. ❞
❝ i love her, and that's the beginning and end of everything. ❞
❝ you are haunted, like every other holy thing. ❞
❝ my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel. ❞
❝ innocence died screaming, honey, ask me i should know. ❞
❝ what is infinite? the universe and the greed of men. ❞
❝ i could never hold a perfect thing and not demolish it. ❞
❝ how could somebody ever love me? ❞
❝ you don't get to destroy someone and decide how ruined they're allowed to feel. ❞
❝ i am afraid of you. in loving me, you hold a knife at my throat. in loving you, i tell you exactly where to cut. ❞
❝ because i take things away from stupid, evil old men. it's what i do. ❞
❝ they deserve to lose everything. and i deserve to have all their stuff. ❞
❝ tell me, if he handed you a bloodied hand, would you take it, just because it was his? ❞
❝ hell is empty and all the devils are here. ❞
❝ i desire the things that will destroy me in the end. ❞
❝ i have tried loving less but that hurts just the same. ❞
❝ wanting was enough. for me, it was enough to live for the hope of it all. ❞
❝ the only heaven i'll be sent to is when i'm alone with you. ❞
❝ i could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; i would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. i would know him in death, at the end of the world. ❞
❝ these violent delights have violent ends. ❞
❝ we love with claws and teeth and the blood is just proof of how much. it's feral. and it's relentless. ❞
❝ feelings that come back are feelings that never left. ❞
❝ good for you, you're doing great out there without me. god, i wish that I could do that. ❞
❝ if i could hold you for a minute, darling, i'd go through it again. ❞
❝ i don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch. ❞
❝ i don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush. ❞
❝ and logically, you're the last thing i should have on my mind, but i want you there sometimes. ❞
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