lunambloom
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gender neutral reader
“Goodnight!” You shouted down the hallway before you shut your door, unable to not smile after you heard the muffled replies of the brothers shouting back to you.
Climbing into bed had never been a difficult task and today it was no different. With you safe under your covers and your phone to distract you, you were perfectly content.
But, then, of course, Mammon came marching in as he had always done since your first week here. However, you had grown so used to this that it no longer disrupted the peace anymore.
So, you ignored him and simply lifted up the covers for him to slide into.
After a few minutes of DevilTok, you threw your phone onto your nightstand and covered yourself up with your blanket. You were finally ready to sleep.
Mammon curled closer, his face hidden in the blanket over your stomach. You smoothed his hair down, smiling at how he only pressed closer at the touch.
Your door creaked open. You raised your head but you were unable to tell who it was. They settled on the side opposite of where Mammon had gotten in and rubbed your shoulder gently instead of saying anything.
The lamp turned on. It was Satan. You rolled onto your stomach, trying to shield your eyes from the light. Mammon grumbled, annoyed that he could no longer hide his face in your body comfortably.
Your door once again creaked open. You groaned.
Another weight to the bed. Someone had decided to lay on your back. Four people in your bed was too unusual. You peeked an eye open.
Mammon was baring his teeth like a feral animal at whoever was on top of you. You would bet a thousand Grimm that it was Belphie.
You looked to your right. Satan wasn’t even reading his book and was instead looking at you.
You rolled your eyes. You knew what was happening. Your demons had once again came to the conclusion that you were human with a human lifespan.
You decided to just let them angst this one out.
The door opened and this time, two pairs of footsteps wondered to your bed. “Sorry, hun,” Asmo whispered as he crawled over you and Mammon. “Wanted to see you.”
“Uh huh…” Levi took his spot on the outside of your legs, your left calf acting as a cushion for his head. You prayed that you wouldn’t accidentally kick him in your sleep.
Then you heard the crunching of chips and a crinkle of a bag. You hadn’t even noticed him walk in.
You moaned into your pillow, exhausted beyond belief. “Beel, please stop eating. I know it sucks to be told that, but go outside if you’re going to crunch.”
There was an incoherent reply and then silence. The edge of the mattress dipped down. Satan turned his lamp off.
You worked on ignoring all of them, closing your eyes tightly and hoping for the best. Asmo dragged his manicured nails up and down your arm and it pulled you into a sleepy haze. You hummed out your appreciation and Asmo giggled tiredly in response.
You felt yourself rocking in and out of sleep, even drooling with how at peace you were. Maybe it wasn’t so bad having six demons in bed with you. Maybe it was worth it for this amount of comfort.
And then your door slammed open.
“Get out of their room, now.” A deadly aura made you choke on air, shivering violently. Lucifer was in his demon form and livid.
Belphie jolted awake on your back, making you gasp in pain as his elbows and knees dug into you. Mammon reacted, scrambling to pull you out from under him.
“Mammon,” Belphie growled, easing his weight back down onto you. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“What do ya think YOU’RE doing?!” Mammon huffed, irritated. “You’re hurtin’ ‘em!”
“They’re fine. They can handle it.” He patted you on the head. How were they ignoring Lucifer? You shifted warily under his weight, unable to see anything happening.
Lucifer started stomping over. You shrunk under Belphie, trying to hide.
“Who do you two think you are, ignoring me?” Lucifer loomed over you three, Levi rolling away to avoid confrontation. “You will all go to your own rooms immediately. The rest of you as well.”
“Lucifer!” Asmodeus whined, leaning into a dozing Beelzebub’s side. “Why can’t we stay? What’s the harm?”
“They were just about to sleep but someone decided to wake them back up,” Satan glowered up at Lucifer. “I think you should be the one to leave.”
“Oh my god, Lucifer just let them stay.” You took matters into your own hands, rubbing at your face tiredly. You wanted no more arguing tonight. “Thanks, but if I didn’t want them here I would’ve gotten rid of them long ago myself. Stay or leave, I don’t care just please turn off the lights.”
He walked away and flipped the switch, darkness fortunately covering the entire room once again. You relaxed and felt Belphie nuzzle into the nape of your neck.
You heard a chair being dragged on your wooden floor and then Lucifer sitting down. You rolled your eyes. Of course he would choose to stay but not be in the bed.
Now, with everything and everyone finally settled in for the night, you got to thinking.
How could all of them be upset over the same thing at once? You think quietly as you can in your bed filled with eight people and come to a damning conclusion. One that makes your stomach twist painfully.
“You had a family movie night without me, didn’t you? And it had someone dying long before someone else, didn’t it?” The sound of breathing stops, seven pairs of eyes stare at you, all conveying different degrees of guilt. “What the hell?”
lemony scribbles
fluffy content for everybody!
fics (one- and two-shots):
sleep tight (some v. mild suggestive content, gn!reader)
worth the wait (fluffy af, no warnings, gn!reader)
sweet treat (domestic fluff, gn!reader)
meet and greet (fem!reader, fluff, kakashi’s ninken)
stray (gn!reader, tw animal abuse, semi-sequel to meet & greet)
help (gn!reader, tw depression)
just another day (gn!reader, tw depression, tw anxiety, hurt/comfort)
take a break (gn!reader; emotional hurt/comfort, supportive friend fic)
perspective (gn!reader, emotional comfort)
the art of persistence (fem!reader, RATED M for ref to past sexual trauma, comfort fic)
deeper than the skin (gn!reader, soft fluffy domestic goodness)
three minutes (fem!reader; tw pregnancy)
unwanted gaze (fem!reader; tw stalking, harassment)
hindsight is 20/20 (gn!reader)
soft prompt drabble responses (short one-shots, gn!reader, includes a few other pairings, but mostly kakashi/reader)
lean on me (civilian reader, gn!reader, fluff and comfort no warnings)
she’ll be home (fem!reader, fluff & angst, songfic)
you and kakashi share a day off (gn!reader, brief suggestive language)
kakashi has more than one mole (gn!reader)
cats & dogs (kakashi & pakkun bonding)
a gift (implied fem!reader, wedding day fic, tw death mention)
lost together (gn!reader, fluff)
the aftermath (gn!reader, fluff, cuddling)
the pseudonym (fem!reader, humor, suggestive content)
cursed (gn!reader, songfic, angst)
to die. to sleep. to dream. (kakashi introspection)
netflix & chilly (no pronouns used; kakashi has poor taste in movies)
the bodyguard (masc!reader, humor, fluff)
what you sow (fem!reader, parenthood)
worse & better (gn!reader, angst, song fic)
epistaxis (fem!reader, arranged marriage, suggestive content)
identity (transmasc!reader tw transphobia)
just a kiss (fem!reader, mild suggestive content)
every year (kakashi bday fic, gn!reader)
l’après-midi d’un loup (first person pov, faerie tale au, blood and injury, shapeshifting)
“i’ve got you” prompt ficlet (fem!oc)
“i have so much love for you i almost don’t know what to do with it” prompt ficlet (kakaobi, obito lives au)
“could you please come and get me” prompt ficlet (gn!reader, tw alcohol, tw sakumo’s suicide mention)
headcanons:
kakashi’s mole
kakashi & cuddling
kakashi & cuddling, part two
kakashi & his wife the hokage
kakashi & conflict avoidance
kakashi & asking yamato to make a ring
kakashi & an s/o who visits sakumo’s grave
kakashi & baths
kakashi & a sick partner
kakashi & summoning the ninken to keep his partner company
kakashi & listening to his partner read after a long day
kakashi & a game of “steal the hounds”
kakashi & reading to his partner
kakashi & how his partner knows it’s a bad day
kakashi & his social battery, part one
kakashi & his social battery, part two (with a partner)
vampire!kakashi
enemies to lovers
kakashi dates naruto’s mother figure
kakashi & an adopted daughter
kakashi & a partner with a migraine
kakashi dates someone whose father figure is jiraiya
kakashi & chidori scars (gn! reader, based on artwork)
kakashi & leaving konoha
part of the pack
kakashi x reader
This is based on an excerpt from a sequel to one of my stories. Also, I was craving some Kakashi fluff so I turned it into a little one shot <3
Word count: .7k
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By the time you walk through the door and are met with your dark apartment, you can barely keep your eyes open. Your movements get slower and slower as you lean against the door and it clicks shut, toeing off your sandals and letting your bag fall off your shoulder. Unpacking can wait until the morning; all of the energy you have left will be spent peeling off your mission clothes and immediately getting into bed.
It’s then you remember that there will be no one to get into bed with tonight, and your heart hurts for a moment. Kakashi left for his mission today, only a few hours ago you have to guess. You pray good thoughts and safety over him once again as you click on the small kitchen light to get a glass of water before bed.
It’s then you spot a sticky note on the corner of the cabinet in familiar handwriting. A tired but warm smile creeps onto your face as you read it.
I’ll be back in a few days. I already miss you. - K
Not only does the placement of his sticky note warm your heart (he knows you almost never go to bed without a glass of water), but these simple, thoughtful notes have seemed to become a custom gesture. You have quite the collection now, all kept in a small box in your closet (Kakashi doesn’t know that).
With a fluttering feeling in your chest, you grab your water and make your way to the bedroom. Despite your growing exhaustion, you feel happy, safe, and loved even when Kakashi isn’t here, and he always knows exactly what to do to make sure that’s the case.
But it's the second sticky note by your closed bedroom door that catches you off guard. In the same characteristic, scribbly penmanship, there’s a short note:
They wanted to sleep here tonight.
Your heart warms for the second time that night as you chuckle and open the door. Sure enough in the darkness, you’re able to make out about eight lumps of dog-like shapes covering your entire bed as well as hear Bull’s deep, rhythmic snore.
When you first met his ninken, Kakashi introduced you as his partner. “She’s a part of the pack, now,” Kakashi had said. The next thing you knew, they were all over you, giving you kisses and nuzzling against your leg. It was one of the greatest honors you’ve ever felt, to be welcomed into Kakashi’s family. The dogs became a constant presence in your life from then on as well as frequent house guests (They would never tell Kakashi, but they all think your bed is much comfier).
They made the stress and exhaustion from missions and work instantly disappear from your mind whenever they were around, and they loved your constant attention because of that. And now, their presence gives you comfort even when Kakashi is gone.
You quickly change out of your mission clothes and into your pajamas before the exhaustion hits you fully. Through the dark, you can see all of the dogs piled onto your bed, not leaving much room for you. You try to make as little movement as possible as you carefully climb in, stepping under the blanket and squeezing into a spot between Bull and Uhei. You pull part of your pillow out from under Akino so you can lay your head down fully, letting out a large sigh as soon as you do. Your body instantly relaxes into the warmth from not only your blanket but the dogs as well. You turn to find Pakkun lying on top of the other pillow next to your head where Kakashi’s mop of moonlight hair usually is.
You’re hit with an overwhelming feeling as you sink into the pile of dogs around you: that this is your life, this is your family, and even when you thought you would have to fall asleep alone, someone made sure that you wouldn’t have to.
It almost causes you to cry as you turn on your side and pull the blankets up to your chin with a smile. How lucky you are. How lucky you are to love and be loved by Kakashi. How lucky you are to watch out for each other for all your lives.
You fall asleep with the moonlight shining through the window, gratitude warming your heart, and sweet dreams of Kakashi.
And somewhere far away, Kakashi stops in his tracks, looks up at the moon, and smiles.
How to Use Paragraph Transitions to Strengthen Your Writing
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An important part of essay writing is learning how to effectively employ paragraph transitions—shifting from one paragraph or idea to the next. Learning to effectively use the different types of transitions will help you write more cohesive pieces and improve the clarity of your writing.
What Is a Paragraph Transition?
A paragraph transition is a sentence or unique paragraph that helps the reader move from one paragraph to the next, or from one idea to another. A transition is the first sentence of a new paragraph. Occasionally, the last sentence of the prior paragraph acts as the transition. When a writer wants to transition link two substantial paragraphs, they can use a standalone transitional paragraph.
4 Reasons Paragraph Transitions Are Important
Paragraph transitions serve a variety of purposes, and understanding how they function within the context of a larger piece of writing is essential to clear writing. Usually transitions are full sentences that link paragraphs, but occasionally simple phrases or single words can effectively transition between two shorter paragraphs. Here are a few reasons why paragraph transitions are important and should be included in your writing:
Paragraph transitions link ideas. First and foremost, paragraph transitions serve to link two ideas. A body paragraph is generally devoted to a main idea or concept that fits into the larger piece and explores a facet of the primary thesis statement. A transition sentence links your first paragraph to your second paragraph and so forth.
Paragraph transitions give your writing momentum. Paragraph transitions are incredibly helpful when it comes to building momentum in your writing. Effective transitions propel your essay forward and keep your readers engaged. This is particularly important in academic writing or professional writing that can otherwise feel dry or static.
Paragraph transitions improve readability. Transition words can help your readers track your ideas and understand how they relate to each other. Thoughtful transitions clue readers in to the progression of your ideas and your overall train of thought.
Paragraph transitions set the stage for new ideas. While effective transitions should tie up loose ends for material in the previous paragraph, it’s sometimes more important that they set the stage for the new ideas to come in the next paragraph. A written piece should have forward momentum, and transitions serve to prepare the reader for new information to come.
How to Transition Between Paragraphs in Your Writing
Understanding why we use paragraph transitions in the first place is obviously important, but learning how to effectively employ good transitions in your writing can sometimes come only through practice. That said, here are some tips that can help you get started as you begin to use transitions in your writing.
Outline your piece. Using an outline is vital to improving your writing process and should generally come before you start writing your piece. Outlining is important when you are working on transitional expressions and transition sentences because outlines give you a macro view of your piece as a whole, with signposts indicating the main ideas of each paragraph. Referring back to your outline can help you brainstorm types of transitions that set the stage for what’s to come and help your ideas flow.
Identify the subject of each paragraph. Once you’ve consulted your outline, it’s time to hone in on the main ideas of the paragraphs on either side of your transition. A good transition will have something to say about both the preceding paragraph and the new paragraph.
Track the overall arc of your piece. Transitions link two specific paragraphs, but make sure you have an eye on the overall arc of your essay. If you have a good sense of the bigger picture you can use your transitions to set up information that is still to come, beyond the next paragraph.
Brainstorm good transitional words. Transitional phrases often have similar word choice and style. Linking words and conjunctive adverbs are often used in paragraph transitions because they help establish the relationship between two separate ideas. Words like “therefore,” “nevertheless,” “although,” and “namely” quickly sum up how one idea relates to the next. Effective transition words keep your reader hooked into your piece.
Consider cause and effect. It’s not enough to simply link two subjects; transitional sentences should also effectively demonstrate how these ideas build on each other. This is especially true in academic writing or persuasive essay writing. It’s your job to convince your reader that you have built a coherent argument for your main thesis statement. Transition sentences can help show readers how your ideas build on each other and conceptually link one entire paragraph to the paragraph that follows.
Pay attention to style. The way that you transition between paragraphs and the types of transitions you use will depend on what type of piece you are writing. If you’re writing a high school- or college-level academic essay, you’ll probably want to avoid overly colloquial transitions. If you’re writing a personal essay or lighthearted humor piece, you should choose transitions that complement the voice of the piece.
Review your transition sentences separate from your piece. Once you’ve finished your piece, it’s useful to take a look at all your transitions out of context to make sure that you haven’t overused certain constructions or repeated word choice. Looking at a list of your transitions can also give you a good roadmap for the overall shape of your essay and can help you decide if you’ve built a cohesive piece of writing.
Examples of Transitions:
Hiiiii! You just served my simping Ass some really good fics about Ominis thank you <3 If you have time and Do requests i have one in mind. So like the scene where you learn the crucio curse and reader wants to take it but Ominis obviously doesnt want Sebastian or anyone Else to hurt her? Just something like that? Amazing work thank you <3
a little unsteady
ominis gaunt x f!reader (hogwarts legacy)
the scriptorium requires the use of unforgivables because salazar slytherin believes they are not to be feared. when the new fifth-year casts the cruciatus curse on you, ominis starts to regret the decision to enter the scriptorium.
reader is not hogwarts legacy mc
word count: 3312 (so far my longest one!)
warnings: use of crucio; hogwarts legacy mc bashing!; manipulation
“sebastian is up to something.”
ominis has been a lot more concerned about sebastian lately. he had brought up some questionable things whenever you three are together, talking about dark arts and salazar slytherin, despite ominis' insistence that the dark arts are dangerous. sebastian would keep talking about how it could be the key to finding out what happened to anne, and while you do want anne to be better and have her curse lifted, you wonder if this is the right way to do it.
“did...did he say something to you again?”
“yes, talking about how we all couldn't avoid the dark arts altogether, and that we may as well be prepared for it,” ominis has a frown on his face, clearly not happy with this encounter with sebastian. “he kept asking about the entrance to the scriptorium.”
you are both in the dungeons, voices quiet so as not to give away the topic of your conversation. “well, knowing slytherin, he'd probably put it somewhere in the dungeons, huh?” you say jokingly.
when ominis doesn't say anything, you sigh and reach for his hand. “we'll talk some sense into sebastian. what he should be doing is spend more time with his sister, not go around on some wild goose chase seeking the dark arts.”
ominis seems soothed at your remark, smiling as he squeezes your hand in comfort. shortly, he stiffens, “i hear footsteps,” and gently faces whoever approaches, partially blocking you out of sight protectively. his frown deepens when the new fifth-year walks behind sebastian. “what are you doing here?”
“hello ominis,” the new student greets after giving you an acknowledging nod, “do you have a moment?” meaning to get you out of the picture.
you move to leave, but ominis' hand grips you, "y/n stays here." you sense that ominis is beginning to feel quite stressed about this encounter, somehow knowing that the new student is going to talk to him about something. your hand squeezes his own in reassurance, as well as to prevent him from pacing anxiously.
“what is it? what have you and sebastian been up to now?” he asks suspiciously.
from behind the wall not far from you, you see sebastian, who is very clearly eavesdropping. you try to catch his gaze, but almost like he notices your staring, he disappears behind the wall once more.
“i owe you an apology,” they started, “i wasn't honest with you before about the undercroft. sebastian did show it to me.”
to say that ominis was upset when you both caught the new student leave the undercroft is an understatement. it is quite suspicious for someone who just arrived to just “accidentally” stumble upon the place, and the fact that they lied about it to ominis’ face is even worse. the undercroft is supposed to be yours. it is your sanctuary, where you, ominis, and the twins would spend some time together playing gobstones, studying (trying to, anyway), resting, and just where you would enjoy each other's presence. it is, was, your comfort knowing that there is a place only for you and your friends. ominis feels understandably betrayed when sebastian just decided to show the place to someone they barely know.
“he wanted me to have a safe place to practice some spells,” the new student continued, “to try and catch up to the other fifth-years. he didn't think you'd mind.”
“we would have appreciated it if you had let us know first, seb,” you say softly knowing that the sallow boy could hear you, and you almost see sebastian deflate at your words, “you must understand why we feel betrayed about this.”
ominis, however, seems to be placated by the apology. he sighs, “i suppose that makes sense. it's just...sebastian's been pestering me lately about something and i'm frustrated with him.”
the new fifth-year chirps, “don't tell me he's still going on about...what was it? a 'scriptorium'?”
you turn to them, "he told you about that?" you see ominis' shoulders sag in disappointment. it seems you both are wondering how and why your old friend has taken to this new fifth-year so easily, not even second guessing before he shares best kept secrets with them. secrets you promised would only be known by the four of you.
"he did," they answer, "we were talking about hogwarts founders and he mentioned it. he wouldn't say much more, though."
"yes, well...he seems to think it contains the answer to saving anne. i think it's likely full of dark magic that is better left untouched."
"wait, you've never been inside?" the new student seems surprised.
"of course not!” even the thought of it sends shivers down ominis’ spine. “i only know about it because of my favourite aunt, noctua. she thought like i do. she didn't agree with the family on the use of dark magic."
you sigh, raising a hand to run it up and down ominis’ back in comfort. "noctua has hoped to convince ominis' faily that there was more to salazar slytherin than worshipping pure-blood status."
"she'd heard of this 'scriptorium' and thought its contents might shed some light on him,” ominis adds, “she even found the secret entrance - in this very corridor.”
you stop from rubbing ominis’ back, looking at the new student cautiously. you can see the sparkle behind their eyes, now fully interested in what ominis has to say.
"she wrote regularly to my father about her efforts to gain access, and then she simply vanished. no one else ever tried to enter."
“i'm sorry about your aunt,” the words are devoid of empathy, “don't you want to find out what happened to her?”
ominis sighs, shaking his head, “aunt noctua went down this path with good intentions and lost her life. i don't want the same to happen again.”
“you don't know that history will repeat itself. besides, you said your aunt thought like you. this could honour her memory—”
“stop it!” you exclaim, “ominis already said no!”
the new student barely hears you, not even giving you as much as a glance before continuing, “--get you answers about slytherin, and sebastian answers for anne. your aunt pursued this alone, but we could do it together.”
"hmm, i see what you've done here," ominis replies, "and, i confess, you've convinced me. i didn't think it possible."
you sag beside ominis. you don’t have a good feeling about all this. it really seems like the new student came to speak to ominis to somehow convince (or manipulate?) him into revealing the location of the scriptorium.
the mirth in the new student’s face is not lost on you.
“very well. i shall tell you what i know,” ominis tells them. “fetch sebastian. we'll wait.”
"let's hope we don't regret this," you tell them before they walk away. "ominis, i don't think this is a very good idea," you turn to ominis cautiously as the new student goes back to get sebastian. all throughout the conversation, you could sense how they are slowly trying to use whatever ominis is saying against him, trying to justify it by mentioning how it will honour noctua grant's memory.
"i...must say i am apprehensive as well. but i need to know what happened to aunt noctua. to see if there’s any way to change my family’s views. salazar slytherin couldn’t have been all bad. y/n, you don't have to come,” his hand leaves yours and flies to touch your cheek in comfort, “i would rather you stay here.”
"i'm not leaving you and seb in there alone," you protest, "i would rather be in there with you than lose my mind out here wondering if you're safe."
"i knew that you would refuse," he tells you with a small smile. "but i promise you that no harm will come to you."
“i promise to protect you too,” you tell him, smiling as you rest your forehead against his, and hear his relaxed sigh, “you and seb.”
when sebastian arrives, he gives you a small and almost sorry smile. you two haven’t spent as much time as before, with him being busy running around with the new student.
"these braziers grant access to the scriptorium." ominis tells them.
sebastian scoffs, "oh now you'll share? you wouldn't tell me when i practically begged."
"seb," you admonish him.
“it wasn't you who told me what i needed to hear,” ominis replies with a shrug. “opening the entrance has something to do with threes.”
“well, three, or four heads are better than one,” sebastian jokes.
"it's two heads are better than one."
“and by that logic, three is better than two. simple mathematics, ominis.”
you roll your eyes at the sarcastic remarks exchanged by the two friends, watching as the new student lights three braziers. then, an intricate door seemingly gets carved out of the wall beside ominis. the door gives way and you see a winding staircase descending.
"there it is," you tell him, "the scriptorium."
"i hope we're ready for this," ominis says apprehensively.
you start descending, using lumos to light up the way. "dark, ominous corridors. my favourite," sebastian remarks sarcastically.
"no comment," ominis notes.
"come on, that was a good one!" sebastian elbows you gently, "right y/n? dark...ominis...huh?"
you roll your nothing but smile at the joke, reaching over to tangle your hand with ominis’. he calms down somewhat, at the touch.
"look, here's a journal entry. signed by noctua grant." the new student remarks.
you watch them cast reparo on the rubble, and it reforms against the wall. "it's a relief of a person facing a snake," you tell ominis.
"that must be the voice i hear. it's ancient, sinister."
"you hear a voice?" the new student asks him.
"it started when you repaired that relief. i hear a whisper saying, 'speak to me'.
i'm a parselmouth - i can hear and speak to snakes,” ominis explains. “nearly all known parselmouths are descended from salazar slytherin."
"i'd like to be able to talk to snakes," the new student says cheerfully. you and ominis both frown at that.
"you might not want the ability to speak parseltongue. it's often associated with dark wizards."
"you haven't spoken parseltongue in ages," you remind ominis.
"yes, but i'd wager if i speak it now, the door will open."
"i'm hoping you're having second thoughts," you turn to the new fifth-year.
"not really." they shrug nonchalantly. your frown deepens. they can clearly see how uncomfortable ominis is about all this, do they not care?
“it's ironic,” ominis sighs. “when i left home, i vowed to leave the dark arts behind. and yet, here i am. stand back."
he extends his arm in front of you protectively, making you stand behind him. "i can't believe i'm doing this," he mutters, seemingly to himself.
"ominis, don't do this if you don't want to," you tell him, "please, we can just go back up."
"we're here, aren't we?" the new student chimes in. "we might as well go in."
you watch worriedly as ominis begins speaking parseltongue, the language coarse, ragged and so unlike ominis. the door before you opens, and you hear the new student excitedly raving about it, "it worked! ominis, you possess a rare ability indeed!"
"i don't like the look of this," you tell ominis as you watch sebastian and the new student delve deeper into the maze-like hallways. "we really should turn back."
"i need to know what happened to my aunt...but if they don't solve the puzzle and get us out of this maze, we'll go back up," ominis promises you, "i don't like spending time down here."
-
much to your chagrin, the new student figures out the maze and leads you down an ever more unsettling hallway. the door has disappeared behind you completely, leaving you trapped in this hall.
"ominis," they call out, "a skeleton. and noctua's last journal entry. she mentions being trapped here - blocked by an unforgivable curse."
"oh ominis, i'm so sorry." you turn to him, seeing the distress and grief in his face.
"this...is where she died. this is where we'll all die," ominis laments, panic evident in his voice, "i shouldn't have listened to either of you." he turns to you, sorrow in his face, "you were right, y/n. we never should have gone...i'm so sorry, i should have listened to you."
"ominis, i'm truly sorry about your aunt," sebastian says, although once again, you notice the lack of sincerity in his voice, "but i know what to do. it's going to be difficult."
"sebastian, stop it," you beg.
he ignores your comment, "tortured faces on the door and crucio is etched into the stone. my guess is if we cast the cruciatus curse, the door will open."
"seb, do you hear yourself?!"
"no y/n, listen! that is why noctua died. she had no one to cast the curse on. ominis has the most experience with this. he should cast it." turning to ominis, he starts, "ominis, i know this is the last thing you want to do--"
"yes, it is!" ominis wails, anguish in his voice at the thought of being trapped here, of dying, of not listening to you earlier, of being forced to cast the spell again. "i thought you knew me better!" once again, he feels coerced, like when he was younger. he thought he had gotten away from all of it.
"but this is different!" sebastian rationalizes. "whoever you cast it upon will have agreed to it first. it wouldn't be an innocent 'victim'. we have to open the door."
"the spell won't work unless you mean it." ominis shakes his head. "that's true of all unforgivables. if it must be done, then one of you must cast it."
"we cannot cast it on you," you overhear sebastian tell the new student, "you have to solve these puzzles. if there are more of those ahead, we need you in the right state to solve them."
"then should i cast it on you?" they ask.
you are both horrified and resolute at the thought of using or receiving the cruciatus curse. you know you can't have ominis cast it, not after he had sworn off it for what he had been through. you also cannot fathom the idea of having one of your best friends, sebastian, who you think of as a brother, on the receiving end of it. and it seems like it cannot, or should not, be casted on the new student, who sebastian needs to be in good condition to face whatever's ahead. the choice is clear, you think, but that doesn't mean you like it.
"cast it on me." you tell them.
instantly, ominis stops his fretting, and sebastian turns his head so fast that you wonder if he will get whiplash from it.
"y/n..." sebastian starts.
"absolutely not!" ominis exclaims, anger now in his voice at the very thought. "it's my fault for bringing you into this mess, y/n, i will not have you do this."
"there's no one else, ominis," you try to reason with him, holding his hands in your own to stop him from pacing. you can hear his breath picking up, and it breaks your heart that there's no other choice, "it has to be me. i can't have you or sebastian be on that receiving end."
"no..." he whispers, "no, i'll do it."
"y/n," sebastian chimes, "i can take it, don't worry. you don't have to."
you ignore him, now turning to the new student. you give them a nod, which they returned, looking at you resolutely.
it is quiet at first, and ominis thinks for a second that you don't have to do it after all. then, he hears your screams.
muffled, gritty, like salt to his wounds. it feels the same, almost like it was him who is being tortured when he hears your screams. it is clear that you are trying not to scream out in pain, so as not to alarm him or sebastian--he has done that too in the past. suddenly, he’s transported back home to when he was younger, watching as his family hunts and tortures muggles for fun. but instead of them, it was him pointing his wand and casting the torture curse. at you.
ominis snaps out of it, and almost like reflex, his wand is out and he is yelling at the new student, "stop! stop it right now!"
the new student looks surprised, eyeing ominis’ wand apprehensively and drops their wand. you crumple on the floor, breathing heavily as you try not to cry from the pain. the new student turns around to see the door has opened, and they are talking to ominis gently, almost comforting him, as ominis still has his wand pointed at them.
"y/n?!" he calls out, his wand still brandished. sebastian moves to help you, but stops when ominis points the wand to him, "stay back!"
"i just want to check up on y/n--"
"you've done enough," ominis hisses.
sebastian looks hurt at ominis’ remark, but says nothing as the latter kneels down to you, calling your name softly.
he hadn’t meant for you to be involved in all this. the one person he has tried to keep it all away from, is the one that is currently hurt from the cruciatus curse.
“please, y/n…” he grasps your shoulders, wanting you to be alright.
you finally gather yourself, looking up at him and seeing his eyes filling with tears. you raise your hands shakily to his face, “i’m alright, ominis. i promise.”
ominis says nothing at first, exhaling in relief as he leans forward to lean his forehead against yours. “we have to find a way out now,” ominis states, helping you get up and wrapping his arms around you protectively. he keeps you close as you navigate the scriptorium and ushers you to the exit. “we need to go to the hospital wing—”
“ominis, no,” you breathe, “they’ll know we’ve been using unforgivables. we’ll get stuck in detention, if not expelled.”
“but—”
“just stay with me,” you plead, “i’ll be fine…i just need you here with me.”
he nods, his arms tight around you. he rests his lips on your temple, savouring the feeling of you next to him, of you being here. “i won’t leave,” he promises you, “i’ll stay here with you.”
-
back at the undercroft, you find yourself cuddled next to ominis in a loveseat he had conjured. he’s quiet, eyes unfocused and unlooking straight ahead as your play with his hair.
“what’s going on?”
“i failed you,” he turns his head to your direction, his face streaked with tears, voice cracking in sorrow. “i promised myself that i would keep you away from all this, but i hurt you and i failed.”
“my love,” you sit up from his lap, trapping his face between your hands, “it was my decision to do it. you didn’t fail. please…ominis, i need you to understand that.”
“it will take me some time to forgive myself,” he tells you, “but as long as i know you’re safe now, i’ll feel better. and i promise that you will never experience that again. as long as i'm alive.”
you nod against his forehead, whispering, “okay,” feeling ominis’ hand on the back of your neck.
“i love you,” he whispers, “please forgive me.”
“there’s nothing to forgive," you reassure him, "i love you too."
ominis sighs, nodding once, and presses his lips to yours. it’s salty, from his tears, but also soft, and you kiss him back. his hands fly to your hips, squeezing gently, before pulling away.
you grin at each other, noses touching and rubbing together, before he closes the distance again.
-
my tooth hurts so bad 😖 i hope i get it removed tomorrow!!
tysm everyone!! <3 ily all!
melting under blue skies (belting out sunlight)
ominis gaunt x reader (hogwarts legacy)
summary: you really wanna hold ominis' hand. "coincidentally", anne sallow has somehow dragged herself and her brother away from you and ominis during hogsmeade weekend
reader is not hogwarts legacy mc
word count: 2398
beware of spoilers in the comments/tags/reblogs!
"close your mouth, you're staring again!"
you hmmph, turning to anne sallow who giggles before stuffing her mouth again. you both sit in the great hall, waiting for sebastian and ominis to arrive.
"i wasn't staring," you retort, "i was just relieved that they finally arrived. i thought seb was going to make them late for breakfast again."
the boys finally make their way towards you, sebastian seating himself beside his sister and ominis finding his way by your side. you don't miss the smirk anne gives you behind her goblet when you turn red, blushing profusely. "he very nearly did," ominis sighs, although there was no venom in his voice, "it turns out that it was a good idea to send you both to the great hall early instead of leaving you to starve waiting for him in the common room."
you watch him fiddle with his hands, fingers digging into his palms to massage them. oh, you wonder what his hands must feel like.
"well, i don't hear you complaining," sebastian starts to argue, but stops himself, "actually no, you complained about it all this time, wallowing about making y/n wait."
you almost spit out your drink, but mask it as a cough behind your goblet. the idea of ominis complaining that he doesn't want to make you wait surprises you. you subtly turn your head to look at ominis' face, but like always, you cannot gauge his expression, his face blank.
"anyway," anne inhales, excited to change the subject, "any shops you're excited to go to at hogsmeade?"
it's a hogsmeade weekend, and anne is excited to go to visit shops in the neighbouring village. her brother chatters about going to the owl post to send a letter to his uncle solomon about a book he had forgotten.
ominis, as always, is quiet. he prefers to listen, but ever since getting to know you and the sallow twins, he also does not hesitate to chime in here and there. despite his quiet disposition, you certainly think he's become more engaged with sebastian and anne, now offering his opinions, sassing the sallow boy, and speaking his own mind.
you also started to notice how it's almost the opposite for you.
not that he has started ignoring you, no, not like that. recently, he just seems...reserved. when talking to you, he prefers to speak in a lowered voice, almost whispering. he would nudge you with his shoulder before leaning his face in your direction, asking if you stayed up late to finish your transfiguration homework, or if you dread the next potion class with professor sharp. you also remember how stupid you looked one time when you were certain that ominis gave a little chuckle, before asking, "remember how you gushed about that niffler in our beasts class but the little devil actually emptied sebastian's pockets of all the galleons?" like he was trying to make you laugh. when anne wasn't around, he would find you in the common room, helping you tell stories to other students about seeing merpeople in the water, the two of you smiling when the students would wait there for hours for any sign of merpeople swimming about.
oh, and it certainly didn't help that anne knew of your...infatuation with the gaunt boy.
you're not really certain when anne first noticed. you're not even sure when you first noticed it yourself. but you and anne are best friends, "we're sisters!" she'd say, "i know you like the back of my twin brother's own hand!"
her face was both mischievous and sincere when she told you, "y/n, you fancy ominis!"
-
after finishing up in potions, almost as though ominis can see the frown on your lips, he turns to you, "is something wrong?"
you purse your lips, trying to ignore how your heart flutters as you watch him tilt his head in curiosity, and shake your head, "no, it's just...we don't have enough mongrel fur to brew an edurus potion for next class."
ominis hums as he nods, "that shouldn't be a problem, y/n," he reassures you. he fiddles with his hands habitually, and you almost feel bad for taking advantage of his blindness to look at him like he hung the moon. "we can pick those up at j pippin's potions this weekend."
you thought about asking him to hold your hand before, whenever you four were up to no good, sneaking around the palace. you wonder if he would have let you.
"we really should learn that spell to clean up our potions station," anne sighs, "every time garreth brews something, he blows things up instead."
"and it's always us who end up getting splashed," sebastian bemoans.
-
"well, don't you look charming."
you roll your eyes as you watch anne grinning at you through the mirror.
"i look the same as i always was," you tell her.
"hm-mm," she hums at you unconvincingly, "if you only ominis could see you now, am i right?"
"anne!" you cajole her, turning beet red, "stop saying stuff like that!"
"what?" she raises her hands in defense, "i'm just saying you look beautiful, and if i didn't know any better i'd say you were going on a date!"
you ignore her, as well as the butterflies in your stomach at the thought of being on a hogsmeade date with ominis. you heard about couples who go to hogsmeade for dates, going to honeydukes for sweets, steepley and sons for tea and other confectionaries, and snogging in alleyways. but this is not a hogsmeade date, this is just the four of you going to hogsmeade to buy as many candies as you can afford at honeydukes.
turning to your best friend, you frown, "well, what about you? don't tell me you're going to hogsmeade wearing your night clothes!"
anne blinks at you slowly before she shrugs, "i'm not going to hogsmeade unfortunately."
you double take, turning to her in shock, "what do you mean? you were all excited about going to hogsmeade!" she laughs as you gape at her.
"yes, i was excited about it, but i got detention. remember? the duelling?"
you close your eyes in resignation, flashbacks of what happened a few days ago brought you back to when anne and imelda were rough-housing each other and ended up whisking their wands in the hallway--which was not allowed. duelling was only allowed during classes (and in crossed wands duelling club, which you were certain by now was not as inconspicuous as lucan and sebastian insisted).
-
disappointed by the lack of anne on your trip to hogsmeade, you exit the castle and expected to find the boys hanging out by the fountain. many students are situated there today, enjoying the heat of the sun, while droves are also walking to hogsmeade, and some took the opportunity to play quidditch (you can hear imelda reyes all the way from the quidditch pitch). to your surprise, however, the sallow boy was not there to greet you and complain about anne missing hogsmeade weekend, only--
"ominis?"
you were almost certain he could see you, from the way he stood up from the stone bench even before you finished crossing the lawn to greet him. he is expecting you, you gather, but how does he know that you were walking towards him?
"i didn't wait long, if that's what you're concerned about," he starts, the edges of his lips quirking upwards as he fiddles with his hands again. you look at his hands, then his face, trying to admire it like it was the first time you've seen it.
"and-"
"sebastian had detention," he cuts you off, but not in an unpolite manner. you take the time to admire how carefree, relaxed, and comfortable he looks outside of his uniform, "he got caught trying to sneak into the restricted section again."
your pace was slow and relaxed as you stroll outside the castle grounds. lots of students walk the path going to and from hogsmeade, the sounds of laughter in the air. you try to tell your heart not to do backflips at the absence of ominis' wand in his hand, trusting you enough to guide his way.
"what was he doing there this time?"
"i think he was trying to get back at peeves for locking him in the bathroom the other night."
at the sound of your laugh, ominis smiles.
-
you think of three different times when you were sure you realized how much you cared for ominis.
it could have been in your first year, when you sat next to him in charms and he would lose (let you win) summoner's court every single time even though you know that he was good at it (you saw him play against sebastian and leander and won). when you confronted him about it, there was an almost smirk in his otherwise blank face, "i like that whooping sound you make when you win."
it could have been when he told you and the sallows, whom he now call his friends, about his past, his family, and his resentment towards them and the dark arts. you didn't think any less of him and you don't now, and you don't think you ever will, but the look on his face seemed like the world was lifted off his shoulders. he began to smile more, make jokes, pass you some confectionaries and tea while you wait for your next class.
or it could have been that day in hogsmeade-
-
your hands kept brushing against each other.
you want to blame it on the other students-hogsmeade is too crowded!-making you squeeze through people and making sure that ominis is alright. you didn't want to break off the distance between you two (just to make sure he's alright, of course, nothing else). you two are now walking so close together that you can feel his body heat emanating, and you can smell him up close, and you mutter a quick thanks that he cannot see you because of how red you've become.
ominis let you drag him to j pippin's potions to buy those potions supplies--you tell him you can go there last, but he insists, "it's better to get it out of the way now to leave us free time to visit other shops."
leave us free time to visit other shops. yes, right, you have to focus.
the first time your hand brushed his you recoiled in surprise, hurriedly apologizing. you know that some people value their personal spaces, and it's bad enough that you're almost bumping shoulders with him because of the density of students in the village, you didn't want him to think you are also invading his own bubble.
he chuckles at your apology, but says nothing.
-
you bring him to tomes and scrolls next, and lets you toddle here and there looking for books to read. you didn't tell him what you were looking for anything in particular, so it surprises ominis when you skip over in front of him (he can almost hear the giddiness in your footsteps).
"did you find a book you want?"
grinning, you nod, "yes, finally! i had to order this, had to wait weeks! good thing it arrived just when we came here."
ominis feels the package being softly pushed against his chest, you standing in front of him almost expectantly, "what?"
"it's for you," you swallow, "i couldn't get you anything on your birthday, but here it is. belated happy birthday!"
you hold your breath as you watch him process what you said, afraid that he'll refuse it. it had been a special order that you had to wait weeks to get, hence why his gift is a bit delayed. you watch his face, the beauty marks on his forehead, his mouth opening (you hope it's not a refusal of your gift), and you realize that ominis is gaping. he is shocked.
"for me?" he asks, chuckling in disbelief. he finally raises his hands to hold it, fingers grazing against yours ever so softly, but you don't flinch this time, nor do you apologize.
patiently waiting as he runs his fingers on the cover of the book, you wait until he finishes reading it.
"bestiarum magicum?"
you nod, grinning proudly, "in braille! it's one of my favourite books, and this version goes in-depth with descriptions of the magical creatures," when he says nothing, you continue, "you seem to like it when i read it aloud so i thought..."
ominis clears his throat, feeling it becoming tighter. you ordered a braille version of your favourite book, the one he would ask you to read because you enjoy it so much and he enjoys listening to you. "i...thank you," he whispers, now giving you a shy grin, one that makes you blush, "i look forward to reading it."
-
the third time you realized just how much you cared could have been the time you two finally decide to go to the three broomsticks, hungry and eager to rest your feet. the alley is crowded again, and you try to make sure no one bumps into you or ominis, who now carries the book under his arm.
your fingers graze again.
you jolt, moving your hand out of the way and turn to him to apologize, but his head was turned your way, tilted in that same way he does whenever he's curious, and there is a smile on his face.
before you can open your mouth to apologize, you feel it again.
first, the heat.
then his skin.
his fingers touch yours slowly, as if asking for permission.
if ominis can see you, he would see your eyes wide in shock, surprise, cheeks tinted red.
finally, his fingers tangle with you, and his face turns forward, the smile never leaving his face.
he squeezes your hand gently, like saying "is this okay?"
you squeeze back, and shift closer to him that your shoulders touch. "yes, it's okay."
-
inside the three broomsticks, sirona greets you two. "hello kids, go upstairs, there's people waiting for you, i'll bring the butterbeers right up."
you and ominis are both confused, but his hand doesn't leave yours as you guide him up the stairs.
in one of the tables sat the twins, mischievous and victorious smiles on their faces.
-
hp phase is back so much i started rereading my fave fanfics on fanfiction.net lmao
49 hours into the game, 55% progress
Words to describe facial expressions
Absent: preoccupied
Agonized: as if in pain or tormented
Alluring: attractive, in the sense of arousing desire
Appealing: attractive, in the sense of encouraging goodwill and/or interest
Beatific: blissful
Black: angry or sad, or hostile
Bleak: hopeless
Blinking: surprise, or lack of concern
Blithe: carefree, lighthearted, or heedlessly indifferent
Brooding: anxious and gloomy
Bug eyed: frightened or surprised
Chagrined: humiliated or disappointed
Cheeky: cocky, insolent
Cheerless: sad
Choleric: hot-tempered, irate
Darkly: with depressed or malevolent feelings
Deadpan: expressionless, to conceal emotion or heighten humor
Despondent: depressed or discouraged
Doleful: sad or afflicted
Dour: stern or obstinate
Dreamy: distracted by daydreaming or fantasizing
Ecstatic: delighted or entranced
Faint: cowardly, weak, or barely perceptible
Fixed: concentrated or immobile
Gazing: staring intently
Glancing: staring briefly as if curious but evasive
Glazed: expressionless due to fatigue or confusion
Grim: fatalistic or pessimistic
Grave: serious, expressing emotion due to loss or sadness
Haunted: frightened, worried, or guilty
Hopeless: depressed by a lack of encouragement or optimism
Hostile: aggressively angry, intimidating, or resistant
Hunted: tense as if worried about pursuit
Jeering: insulting or mocking
Languid: lazy or weak
Leering: sexually suggestive
Mild: easygoing
Mischievous: annoyingly or maliciously playful
Pained: affected with discomfort or pain
Peering: with curiosity or suspicion
Peeved: annoyed
Pleading: seeking apology or assistance
Quizzical: questioning or confused
Radiant: bright, happy
Sanguine: bloodthirsty, confident
Sardonic: mocking
Sour: unpleasant
Sullen: resentful
Vacant: blank or stupid looking
Wan: pale, sickly
Wary: cautious or cunning
Wide eyed: frightened or surprised
Withering: devastating
Wrathful: indignant or vengeful
Wry: twisted or crooked to express cleverness or a dark or ironic feeling
Can you list all of the Kakashi-centric episodes? Episodes that focus on anything Kakashi! Please and thank you. If not can you point me in the right direction so I can find a list like this.
wow anon! such a huge task?! uuum… anime episodes? well… I’ll try my best (sorry if I forget something)
Here we go…
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avoiding your crush - part three
feat. Tighnari, Alhaitham, Scaramouche
part one, two
TIGHNARI
It’s pretty hard trying to avoid Tighnari when he’s your boss— and because of his superb hearing.
Fumbling around Avidya Forest just so you don’t run into the guy you like is certainly a hassle, but somehow you manage.
So to find yourself in the same room as him… you have to wonder how you got here.
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— (𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓) 𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑.
SUMMARY. depraved of sleep, you begin to doze off and before you know it, you’ve fallen asleep with their shoulder as your pillow.
CHARACTERS. tighnari, alhaitham, cyno.
GENRE. sugary fluff, established relationship.
CW. reader has eyebags, alhaitham recites a physics theory (yes, it’s a warning /j).
THOUGHTS. yet another attempt at writing sumeru men because… just because + to celebrate tighnari coming home to me! on the contrary, i hope you guys will win your next 50/50’s <3
✰ masterlist.
Like the dutiful Forest Watcher that he is, TIGHNARI doesn’t hide the offended look on his face when he discovers that you fell asleep while he is explaining important knowledge on how to identify certain mushrooms in the wild — and on his shoulder at that too.
It is either your attention has not been on his speech this entire time or you’ve messed up your sleep schedule… or even worse, both.
Not to mention, those bags under your eyes are ghastly.
Goodness, at what time did you sleep last night? He thought he told you many times already how proper sleep isn’t worth sacrificing just for a few more hours of staying up. Your efficiency rate goes down if sleep is constantly gnawing at you, so it’s better to shake away that sleepiness first.
Hmph, it’s all too ironic to internally nag you like this while your sleeping face is staring right back at him.
Seriously, does his shoulder look like that much of a comfy pillow? Even his tail would be a better suited candidate, he’d admit. Tighnari can only sigh, his ears flicking along like an agreeing sign of exasperation.
But he knows that the reason you stayed up was to push yourself to complete more work — and although Tighnari has his own protests about that mindset of yours, he understands. For now, any lectures that he wants to give about time management and proper rest can wait.
Your comfort is more vital here; as romantic as falling on your significant other’s shoulder seems like, it isn’t the most practical way to sleep. He doesn’t want you to wake up with an aching neck later.
“Sleepyhead,” Tighnari huffs as he lifts you onto his back. You’re oblivious, still very much deep in sleep with your head now resting at the crook of his neck.
Well, he can’t really complain any further, can he? You’re a sleepyhead but you’re his sleepyhead, at least.
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the cc list would be super helpful!! I struggle so much to find people
!! aaa im glad to hear that this compilation will be useful. i feel like it's really difficult to find people in the same fanbase, especially if you're new to something. it took me so very long to get used to using social media (i feel ancient saying this.) and finding my delusional circle of mutuals TT_TT
with that said, here's a list of artists i found for each character (not exhaustive, and not in any order):
(because im not sure which ml these artists like the most, and because i really recommend everyone to look at their beautiful art)
疯兔AD (ia), こえだ
luke (this might get a little long...)
twitter: hazel, kana, gabs, hay, 와플, rai, Triangular, 咖啡爷, Betina, gnomeih, 安 (ia), 深海灰猫, 葉瑠, 神凪ると, xeiling, as, qea, Buoyancy (ia), 境零, はるこ, keeko (ia), elegy (ia)
weibo: 七个骰子_, 烧烤摊在逃鱿鱼, 临临2333, 坏坏不反派, 食用废料 (18+), 还是钵钵鸡 (18+!!), 弥月Yazuki, 梦洁猫012
artem
twitter: 西红柿与圣女果, bel, Non, 蓁, Jen, angypuff, karla
weibo: 柒叶啊柒叶, 忧铃YuRinnn, 忒弥斯茶水间, 你看我头像帅吧 (18+), -糖辛子-,
vyn
twitter: Poisona, amma, ruriswhite, kurtniii, Lys, rien
weibo: 适当给游戏氪金, 文华区席梦思
marius
twitter: 魔女茶, 成成灾 (ia), jjeno, 酒酒子, 木小树, florielatte, puni, kiya, cacaoobean
weibo: KaicggO, FujIK0, 鹿鹿柠子
notes: ia = inactive (in tot), 18+/18+!! = occasionally nsfw/ mostly nsfw
a lot of the artists have accounts on both twt/wb, but i only included one link. if you're having trouble navigating wb, the gallery tab should be the furthest one on the right!
if anyone has any artists to recommend (because i probably missed a lot scrolling through twitter/weibo) , please let me know! i'll edit this list regularly <3
soaking up sunlight
you let out a yawn and lean back onto the tree stump you're resting at, empty food containers set to the side as you and your lover soak up the sunlight.
the forest is quiet today, and tighnari seems to appreciate that; his head lays comfortably on your lap as your nimble fingers thread through his hair and scratch and the base of his big, soft ears. they twitch at the slightest touch and you're grateful that tighnari has closed his eyes or else you and your lovesick grin would be in for a whole new world of teasing.
though, something claws at the back of your mind.
"tighnari?" you whisper, so quiet that the man himself wouldn't have a clue that you had even opened your mouth if it weren't for his inhuman sense of hearing.
he hums, ears perking up slightly, and you aren't sure whether to be relieved or disappointed.
"are you sure you don't have any other duties to attend? i wouldn't want there to be something important and-"
"are you trying to get rid of me?" he asks, cracking an eye open and cutting you off, and you aren't sure if he's joking or if he's actually concerned.
"well, no-"
"then, you should get some rest while we're taking a break, rosebud. nothing will have changed while we were gone." he once again cuts you off, this time reaching up to guide your stray hands back to his head.
and you only sit there and soak up the sunlight. and, you suppose that it wouldn't hurt to take a break from your duties for once; at least, that's what you tell yourself. only for a few minutes, you reason, waves of drowsiness hitting you like a raging sumpter beast.
you make sure to give tighnari's soft ears one last scratch before you drift off to a peaceful sleep.
Pristine
2022
Belphegor thinks you're terrified of him. You think he looks like a bitch without a smile. gn!reader, growing relationship, reader calls belphie a bitch lol, spoilers for lesson 16
BELPHEGOR doesn’t blame you whenever you flinch as he walks in a room, turn to stone when he sits next to you at breakfast and in class, and he certainly doesn’t blame you when you shuffle closer to Lucifer when he was lounging about. He tries to ignore it, but every time he catches you avoiding his gaze, guilt cages his heart. He knows he deserves it.
He watches you from afar. He sees how you offer Beel the sides of your breakfast even though he knows he can hear your stomach growl first period. He sees how you gently cut Mammon down, agreeing with whatever foolishness he was spouting. He sees you bring Satan tea when he’s cooped up in his room, and how you always match Levi’s excitement whenever a new game comes out.
Hell, you even like all of Asmodeus’ posts on Devilgram. (Belphegor wonders if you ever followed him back, and when he checks, he’s pleasantly surprised you are. He shouldn’t feel so happy about it.)
He notices how burnt you are before anyone else does. He sees the way your perfect posture slouches at breakfast, playing with your food – too tired to bring the fork to your mouth. He hears your textbook pages flip and papers crinkle at all times of the day when he walks past your room. Belphegor doesn’t smell the candles you light around your room anymore. It’s a shame, he thinks, he was always a fan of the one you claimed to be called ‘Witches Brew.’
You were utterly exhausted.
Exams in school should be easy as pie when you study the amount you do. Exams in a school of Hell, with different history you’ve never seen before, different wars from different realms, and the previous royalty that ruled over the underworld – God, it was too much. You were bleeding your brain dry, information upon information forced to retain.
Belphegor knows how hard it is for you to get sleep in the House of Lamentation.
His heart jumps out of his ribcage when he sees you walk into the planetarium. He eyes you as you stop, and stare at him. He half expects you to turn back on your heel and walk away- but you don’t. You stand there, letting the heavy door close behind you.
“Can I sleep here?” you asked, and he has to force himself not to do a double take. He doesn’t even realise it’s midday and you’re not at school.
Belphegor forces the lump in his throat down. He feels like his tongue is sandpaper. “You know you shouldn’t.”
“I know, that’s why I’m here.”
It’s… weird. You’re talking to him with no fear. You’re even meeting his gaze. Had he been misunderstanding how you have been feeling this whole time? His eyes narrow. Belphegor’s grip on his pillow tightens. Just what are you up to?
“Don’t you hate me for what I did to you?” he questions, lying back down and turning away from you on his makeshift bed. Where all chairs should be remained an open space, except for the heaps of blanket and pillows he had dragged down from the attic.
You tilt your head- like you’re the one who is confused. “No, why would I?”
“I killed you.”
“Dude, Lucifer has tried to kill me like a total of five times now. Levi has the lowest score of one. Your twin has tried to eat me when the fridge was empty!” You sound exasperated. “I think at this point you killing me that day has just became a normal day in Devildom.”
He doesn’t have to look at you to know you’re making your way over. Belphegor raises one of the blankets, and he feels the radiating, human heat of you when you slip in. It’s silent for a moment, and he rolls over, catching your eye.
“I feel awful,” he says so quietly, you almost didn’t hear him. “I thought you were terrified of me.”
You snort. “No,” you start, staring up at the constellations on the ceiling. “It’s just… You look kind of like a bitch when you don’t smile, y’know? I thought you still hated me or something.”
His brows furrow. “Rude.”
“Was rude when you killed me! I really thought you wanted a hug.” You see from the corner of your eye that his lips press into a thin line. “Bad joke.”
Silence rains over you both once again. Belphegor hasn’t been this close to you in a while. He vividly remembers how frail your body was, how easily it was to break – and now you’re just… laying here, next to him without a care in the world. Like he hadn’t ended your life and watched the light seep from your eyes.
The words tumble out of his mouth before he realises. Belphegor doesn’t care – but it’s hard owning up to your mistakes- your mistakes to a human, no less. “I’m not going to do something like that ag-“
You interrupt him with a wave of your hand. “It’s fine, don’t worry,” you say. “I trust you won’t. You don’t have to say you’re sorry, I can tell by the way you act.”
He sighs. “You humans are too nice. Are you sure you should be saying this to me? Are you not worried I’ll take advantage of your kindness or something?”
“Nope, not at all.”
“You’re so strange.”
“I guess, hehe. You’re different from all your brothers, though.”
“Oh?”
“Mhm. You don’t barge into my room at the crack of dawn every morning. Even Levi does it, and he doesn’t even attend school in person!”
He can’t help the tiny laugh that passes through his lips. “Sounds awful.”
“Why else do you think I’m here, huh?”
“Aw, and here I thought you wanted to spend time with me.”
Not even ten minutes ago you and Belphegor were as distant as parallel lines; to never touch, to never interact. And here you were, exhausted after exams and cracking jokes with him under the planetariums glowing stars - like you two were friends.
It conjures a weird feeling in his stomach. Belphegor doesn't know if he likes it.
You hum, thoughtfully. “I do want to spend time with you, though. I want to know more about you. Who knows how truthful all your stupid stories in the attic were, huh?”
“A few,” he utters through a yawn.
“Tell me more! I want a bedtime story.” And to get your point across, you wiggle in the duvets, and snuggled into the one over you, blanket to chin.
Belphegor almost doesn’t want to- but if a bedtime story is all your asking for? He guesses he could dig up memories from his past to tell you in murmurs and yawns. It’s the least he could do when you show him such acceptance. But still- he can’t help but think shouldn’t you be the one telling him a bedtime story? He was the Avatar of Sloth, after all. And your ‘stupid stories’ were far more entertaining than his.
And so he talks. He talks until his throat hurts, and his own voice starts to fade into background noise. Belphegor stares at the stars, throwing in the occasional hand movement. He talks himself tired, and his words slowly start to drawl, spoken through yawns until it fades completely.
He steals a glance at you. You’re asleep, he realises. And you look so peaceful, so content. Belphegor wouldn’t do anything to dare wake you up. He likes your face like this, he thinks, and pushes some hair out of your face.
Belphegor rolls over to face you, lazily draping an arm over you, nuzzling his face into your hair. He listens to your slow, light breathing. He smells your hair, your shampoo, and the body spray you put on this morning before you decided to skip school.
He decides that maybe, just maybe, giving into his selfish feelings for you just once couldn’t be so bad.
FOUND FAMILY — ALL 7 BROTHERS W/ GN!READER
"okay, we will take family portraits next."
a few shuffles could be heard here and there after the photographer had announced that they would take a group picture once all the individual portraits had been done.
it had only been four months into the student exchange program and a lot had happened since the beginning, so you— who was just a mere human that they didn't know for so long— had never imagined to even have the honour of being in their own family picture. of course, things have calmed down after the incident with belphegor, yet you had never thought that they saw you as part of their family until now.
out of respect, you moved out of sight and stood behind the camera while the others got their clothes fixed for their next photo. they had been close brothers for thousands of years— even some time before their fall. it made you feel a bit dejected since you hadn't had the chance to visit your own family members back home, though you were glad to see that they looked a bit joyful to take their pictures together after such a long period.
"alright, we'll start taking pictures if everyone is set." the second and third oldest let out a couple curious mumbles as their eyes focused on the spot you were supposed to be sitting on. they all had consciously— yet maybe a little unconciously— left a space for you. the rest of the five demons looked over to the empty place on the gold and velvet couch as well before the seven pair of eyes scanned the room in search for you.
you were spacing out a bit as you sat on a chair near the photographer, staring at the humongous ceiling and back to the gold walls. you had taken self portraits a few moments before this, so you had thought that you finally got to remove the accessories that sat on your skin. fumbling with the metal, you were unconcious of the brothers' gazes on you.
"mc!" a familiar voice, which belonged to the avatar of greed, was the first one to snap you back into reality. there was a second of silence before you cocked your head to the side, a puzzled look sat on your face; why were they waving at you— some even pointing to an empty space next to lucifer on the sofa?
"come on, hon! we're waiting on you!" asmodeus exclaimed as a bright smile tugged on his lips. "maybe they needed to take a break to eat something really quick." beelzebub mumbled loud enough for you to hear. "i'm also quite hungry after all those photos that we shot."
the youngest brother chuckled at the red haired demon's comment. "that's only the case with you, beel. we've had plenty to eat this morning." you slowly stepped forward after a few more seconds of them staring at you fondly. there was a giddy feeling in your chest as you realized that they all had been waiting for you to sit on your designed place— in front of them, next to their oldest brother.
"isn't uhm– weren't you about to take a family portrait?" you muttered from under your breath, fidgeting with the material of your clothes. there was still an unsure feeling resting in your stomach because you didn't want to intrude their own special picture. "yes, we were."
lucifer spoke up and you lifted your head to look at him— his voice unusually soft. a slight smile appeared on his face as he reached out his gloved hand for you to hold on. "you are a part of our family now, aren't you?"
his response was followed by a few humms coming from behind him and so you took the demon's hand and slowly filled that empty space with your presence.
it was in that instant that you knew that you are going to be with them for the rest of your life, as a big and loving family. the fact that they accepted you this early on without you knowing or even thinking about that possibility, made tears swell up in your eyes.
you had finally found your own safe place— your own caring family. all eight of you completed each other.
spare toasty pls i beg of you
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Toaster drops his bag on the ground and sags against the wall with a sigh. They loudly call your name and you peek your head out the hallway a few seconds later.
"Hey! Welcome home."
They hold their arms out and you can't help but giggle at the sight -- 6'4" of a lanky suit, making grabby hands at you.
You oblige and walk into his arms, wrapping him in a tight hug. "Long day?"
Their arms fold around you in response and they bury their face into your neck. "Yeah. You?"
"Same." You stroke their hair and they nuzzle you a bit more. Cute. "Are you hungry?"
"No," they murmur. "Just sleepy."
You nod softly and say nothing for a bit. You're just happy he's home.
He seems to feel the same.
Cinderella returns the favor
2021
Dreams That Linger Like Sugary Sweets
2021
you deserve a more tender tomorrow.