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Ray as a part of the Goetia Family 6~

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Prince Ray doesn't fight often.

Actually, whenever he can avoid it, be sure he will do whatever it takes to not get into a fight.

He doesn't feel physically or mentally capable... Even though he has very great powers since birth.

BUT! If Flower should be in danger? Then he's not batting an eye.

#mystic messenger #mysme #mm #ray #mystic messenger ray #mm ray #helluva boss #helluva boss goetia #goetia #goetia ray #art #digital art #oc #mystic messenger x helluva boss #crossover #au #drawing #unrelated

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Jenni! Tell me what your fav kinds of pinterest aesthetic is. Could you make a pinboard (pinterest) of your fashion aesthetic overall and one for your overall theme aesthetic as a fun activity? :0

I really wanna see the pink shine through! 🌹✨

🎀 What an interesting question, love!

My aesthetic is basically beautiful art 🎨

But of course a complete wall with only pink aesthetic since I can't help it <3 🎀

#unrelated #art #pink #aesthetic #pinterest #pink aesthetic #pokemon #flowers #not my art #beauty #soft #softcore #fluffy #personal

[asterjennifer]

Hey... Do you know the song sung by the voice actor from the pilot Hazbin Hotel? Called Thank you and goodnight. Weirdly this song reminds me of Mystic Messenger, despite being a new fan and having been into this game until this year 2024 I already felt a connection, seeing old posts about this game from an old fan somehow makes me tear up

🎀 I know that song, yes!

“Thank you and Goodnight” was sung by the Pilot cast of Hazbin Hotel as a last thank you for all the experience and time they spend with the crew & fandom.

The song was... So bitter sweet 💕 I enjoyed it so much and whenever I hear it, it does make me tear up.

But surely it makes sense that you feel a connection to MM with the song! The game is now almost 8 years old. And I joined around 2 years ago.... I was also quite late to the fandom.

It feels nostalgic even we weren't a part of the hype, cons and DLC releases, right? That's what it feels like to me at least...

The feeling is also bitter sweet. But luckily? The game is going nowhere anytime soon. And although there's no new gaming content to it – the CG's still get updated, we still get artwork and have some references in The Ssum.

Therefore, don't be sad, my dear! Be happy the game exists and enjoy it as you want 🎀

#mm #mystic messenger #mysticmessenger #thank you and goodnight #song #lyrics #sad #nostalgic #fluff #ask #comfort #unrelated

[asterjennifer]

Is it your birthday today, Kait?

Happy happy birthday to you! We all wish you only the best and hope for great things to come in your future 💕

We adore and appreciate all the things you do for us, content or otherwise!~ All of my MM friends and I talk about your posts, we just love them so much 🤗

Today is the day, friend! Thank you very much! I haven't heard from you in a while so I hope you're doing well! I'm still a little bit pink in the face to hear y'all are still talking about me and the love I put into this content. I pray your Saeran is treating you well. I bet he's got plans in store for you today.

Enjoy some ice cream and cloud gazing!

#Awwww 🥺 #I've been doing well! Thank you so much for asking 💕 #My life just changed up completely the last few months. But really for the better :3 #I hope to come back some time^^ #I hope you've been doing alright yourself #And of course we still talk about your content! #We all consider you to be part of our every day lives and happiness ☀️ #I am sure Saeran is especially looking out for you today!~ And he probably would love for you to share some old photos with him 💕 #He always wants to know everything about you! #unrelated

[asterjennifer]

HUSK HAS ALWAYS BEEN MY FAVORITE AND I DID NOT EXPECT THIS REVEAL AT ALL! BUT IT MADE ME LOVE HIM EVEN MOREE!

Pls pls pls he's seeing through everyone! He's not missing a beat or being the butt of the joke 😭 and while I kinda miss his old voice - Keith is giving him the right amount of wisdom to be the person he is!!

I expected him to be more of a washed-up old man who perhaps fell out of love one time too often and gave up on everything. But instead he's observing quietly, he's taking everyone in silently and doing his job in his personal way.

Husk, baby, I love you and I hope that you and Angel can become best friends! Because to me — you both need a friend to find comfort in!

Definitely hyped to see if we learn more about him down the line. Either way, I'm so damn satisfied with where he's been taken and my heart is now at peace🤍❤️🖤

"I know what it's like to regret the choices made and...know when you can't take it back."

VIVZIEPOP! COME DOWN HERE! WE NEED TO TALK, MEDRANO!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel season 1 #husk #angel #spoliers #unrelated

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Hiii bestie, I’m getting particular cute aggression from Fixzarolli being so adorable so I wanted to request x reader (without Asmodeus? He’s also great but for the sake of this request not in a relationship) headcanons for the reader taking care and comforting him and it’s like really fluffy where they’re in a large colourful room of his and large bed to do silly things. If you want you can also add under a cut some of your nsfw headcanons cause he’s mad experienced probably. 😳

🎀 That's so nice, dear! Of course you can!

Fizzy would you want to hold him.

If there's a big bed to share — Fizz is going to make the most out of it with you. The sheets and pillows will be the softest, while the mattress is a bit harder to support his back better.

In that bed he would want you to hold him close. Head to the chest in order to hear your heartbeat. And your arms around his limbs when they're the most vulnerable.

He's in need of some soft touches. After all, his skin is rough and the scars might be more sensitive then normal skin. Therefore? Cautious touches it is~

You'd bite each other's faces!

There's a silly nature to Fizzy when he's feeling safe. So you probably end up having a little "fight" of giving each other love bites.

He surely would try to bite your nose, cheeks and head. These weird places you'd never expect him to touch with his teeth, but it's just a funny thing to kill time together when going to bed. It'll make you both laugh~

If you're feeling blue, Fizzy will speak quietly to your ear.

The one thing that he is, is being understanding of sad feelings. He's been through them all and somehow he managed to make the best out of it. All thanks to your help.

So he'd return the favor whenever he gets the change! He would pat your head while giving you sweet, motivating words. Maybe he's going to copy some he learned from you. That will bring a little smile to your face.

“It might hurt right now, but it's okay. You can get through the pain.”

“If you feel weak or worthless... Then look how far you've come. That's what you always tell me.”

And other things he hopes make your heart a bit lighter overall.

We keep the NSFW in the box for now. This is way too wholesome. 🎀

#helluva boss #hb #fl #helluva boss fizzarolli #fizzarolli #hb fizzarolli #fizz #x reader #comfort #soft #fluff #headcanons #au

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Imagine Jax from the digital circus with the song “Smells like teen spirit” from Nirvana. 😍

Yes it was a smart headcanon i thought of the lyrics fit so well.

Side note i took the repetition out.

Lyrics here:

Hello, hello, hello, how low?

Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it's less dangerous

Here we are now, entertain us

I feel stupid and contagious

Here we are now, entertain us

A mulatto, an albino

A mosquito, my libido, yeah

Hey

Yeah

I'm worse at what I do best

And for this gift I feel blessed

Our little group it's always been

And always will until the end

Yeah

And I forget, just why I taste

Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile

I found it hard, it's hard to find

Oh well, whatever, never mind

Hello, hello, hello, how low?

Hello, hello, hello

A denial, a denial

A denial, a denial

A denial, a denial

A denial, a denial

A denial

🎀 I see where that comes from, love!

Because the song is very rebellious and holds a kind of "we are young and careless" vibe to it. It's literally in the title of the song!

So of course you see Jax in it. He is that angsty teen that does not try, or already doesn't care about anything anymore. That whole persona he build is exactly that type of "whatever", when it comes to complicate feelings or problems.

The "I'm worse at what I do best" really seems to describe his character as a whole. Because what he does best is being the worse. It's quite bitter.

It's yet to find out if he just pretends or... if he legitimately doesn't care. 🎀

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc jax #the amazing digital circus jax #jax #headcanons #angst #light angst #song lyric #lyrics #smells like teen spirit #nirvana #unrelated #ask

[asterjennifer]

Hey do you have a twitter

🎀 Thank you for the question, my dear.

I certainly do not. I mean, I created an account with the same name but I'm not active or anything.

Twitter is............. A Hellscape in my eyes—

So I try to avoid it lol 🎀

#ask #anonym #anonymous #question #twitter #X #social media #unrelated

[asterjennifer]

saying “i wouldn’t be a good parent” is a morally neutral statement and i’m sick of whenever i say it people replying “noo no you’d be a GREAT mother i know you would!!!” like… no! being a good parent requires a certain set of skills and traits and i know that i don’t have them and that’s a good thing!!! i think people should figure out if they would be good parents BEFORE having kids and maybe we’d have less shitty parents in the world! fuck!

#this #☝🏻 #this is me #I hate when ppl say I'd be such a great mom just because I'm the “mom” friend #Yes I am #And I care and take care a lot of my loved ones #but it's nowhere near comparable to an living small creature you raise for at least 18 years #I don't understand why some people cannot tell apart that significance #I'm tired of it #I will never want kids. #unrelated

[asterjennifer]

it's so upsetting when ppl complain about not having fics to read but refuse to read wips like ?? this isn't a book store this is a community... the authors are less likely to finish it if y'all only show their work love after it's done...

this isn't a bookstore this is a community

SAY IT LOUDER ANON

i know WIPs can be frustrating because they don't always update constantly or consistently. sometimes they get abandoned. sometimes they go on hiatus for long periods of time.

trust me, i get it. but the fanfic community and fanfic writers thrive on people supporting their works in progress. "there aren't any fics to read" - no there ARE, you're just not reading them.

ao3 isn't netflix. you very rarely get a finished product all in one go that's not a one shot. that defeats the purpose of being able to upload individual chapters at different times.

we as a society are too used to instant gratification and "binging." fanfic wasn't designed for that. if you want to "binge read," go buy a published book. if you want to participate in fandom, support writers who are putting their work out there for free without any compensation other than your love, support, and encouragement.

#this ☝🏻 #unrelated #writing #writing problems

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Lol

#post #repost #funny coincidence #funny #memes #funny memes #unrelated

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MY BABY 🥺 IM SERVED SO WELL 💕 HE DESERVES THE WORLD 🌎 SOMEONE PLEASE HUG HIM 🫂

#helluva boss #hb #spoilers #music video #animated video #just look my way #stolas #helluva boss stolas #goetia #mv #unrelated

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I'd like to talk about not wanting children.

A topic that really isn't spoken about enough, to the point it's hard to imagine I'm not alone with that mindset.

People always tell you, especially when you have a partner, that "in my age" ( 21) they didn't want them either. And that it'll come with the ages.

But I mean it when I say it. It's not just the typical "not right now at least" or "Nah not really interested" type of thing.

It's an actual fear for me.

I fear pregnancy the same way I also fear sexual assault, that is the same panic that spreads through my chest when only thinking about these things.

I don't know where that expressive fear comes from — might be trauma, might be personal priorities. All I know is that the mere thought makes me consider (rather want even though I'm not sure I could) I'll get rid of my life.

My reasons are something I've been discussing with my boyfriend before.

Worrying, since he'd like some maybe, at least one day, that he'll leave me because I don't.

So he asked me about it.

I have my reasons.

As a slim and thin girl, I've had to get the premature birth needles even though I was born at the right time.

I'm fragile to the point I don't believe my body could handle this kind of task in a healthy manner.

And if I lose my life, or my health for another person... Will I be able to enjoy parenting when knowing they either ruined my own life, or ruin that of the people around in case I would die?

The world is becoming expensive where someone like me, someone from a more poor background, thinks about children twice.

Children are unbelievably expensive.

And I want to persuade my career instead of a family.

I want to make a good living. Provide for my mother when she is older without worrying about a child.

I wish to have my own place, animals and make lots of travels with my saved money.

Persuade a career I love and live my life for myself.

The earth sadly gets destroyed and the aftermath of global warming already settles in today.

How could I not feel selfish knowing that these conditions will get worse from here on out, yet think I want my child to grow up in a climate disaster affecting their lives in every way.

How do I know I'll be a good mother? The thought of growing an human being is a lot of responsibility I don't trust myself with.

I have a little brother, and I'm neglecting him already. Depsite me loving him.

So how do I know for a fact it won't happen to my own child?

If I'd be a mother, I want to be a good one. But if I cannot trust myself to do it, then why shouldn't I listen to my intuition.

We talked about these. And he had points, too.

Adoption is something he brought up and I feel already much more okay with that.

We're overpopulated and so many poor children, who are not to blame for their fate, seek a good home. I understand that.

We talked about the raising part. How he says I'd be a good mother and he would give his all to be a good father.

He wants to be someone who has a well-payed job. He doesn't think I'd have to worry about these.

But how do you know the future? And for a fact this will be the case?

He agreed to some of my points, as I understood that he's right in some as well.

It scares me to think I'll be judged by people for deciding this.

But he respects it.

“What if one day, you want them so badly you leave me...?”

I asked him one evening. And he replied softly.

“I can't calm your fear in that regard as I don't know what will happen in the future... But right now we are going the same path. All I want is to be happy with you.”

Was his reply.

To all women out there:

If you don't want children and have your reasons, don't think you're alone.

Although we always see happy family's on the internet, and that often being portrayed as the goal in life — it doesn't have to be yours too.

Don't give up on your decision for someone else. And don't let people talk you into guilt.

You have nothing to but guilty of.

The only people who are guilty are the ones bringing bias into the world and who make their children miserable.

#unrelated #real talk #ted talks #serious topic #pregnancy #motherhood #no children #feminism #pro choice #adulthood #family #career #children

[asterjennifer]

Personal

Pomni asks Jax if he doesn't want to get out to see his loved ones again.

Jax hit the golf ball with momentum, it flew across the bright green filed that should've represented grass and close to the hole. A mile away it crashed back down. Looking so uncomfortably artificial when hitting the ground. He rolled his eyes by the fact it came so close — didn't go in though.

»Uughh... This game is so boring.« He moaned out annoyed.

The sun that was on the sky shone as long as they desired. The purple rabbit placed his hand on his forehead, gazing up into the false clouds and blue sky. The silence around had been accompanying him for about an hour now.

Pomni and Ragatha were the first to go spend time in their rooms. The redhead insisted that, sometime soon, the sun should be setting for the night to peek out. Zooble didn't feel like joining for a play of Minigolf in the first place. Therefore it left the other three to finish by themselves.

But once that game was over, with Kinger winning and nobody having an idea how, the two decided to leave as well. Gangle had complained because of her fatigue. It made Jax try to hit her with the Golf Club. However, the comedy mask was blessed with some luck that day and ended up dodging his subtle try by swinging out.

They made their way into their private walls afterwards. Leaving Jax to decide for another, smaller round of Golf with only his humble self. Sometimes you need a challenge on your level, he told himself with a grin rushing over his face.

Although the game's getting quite boring quickly, he somehow refused to go back to his own room. For a moment nothing seemed to move — no particular sound and no distant life to be found. It's really unsettling sometimes. Especially once everyone else left for their own business.

Jax threw the Golf Club to the side before sitting down. He placed his arms over his knees, taking a deep breath of whatever the hell it was that replaced the air. Maybe it's just the thought of taking a breath, he thought absent minded. For a while there wasn't any movement inside his body. Instead he stared at the empty things that made out these way too familiar surroundings.

At some point the sun nodded to the moon — giving the premission to change the time into nightly peace. The sky turned a dark blue with the clouds shrinking into million of stars. The moon now the only presence besides himself. Jax continued to watch whatever his eye managed to perceive, or rather make out in the darkness.

»Jax, why are you still here?«

A wavery, little voice asked behind him after who knows how many hours passed by. His long ears itched by the sound and moved accordingly. Then he lifted one hand to his chin, taking a second to answer.

»Admiring the beautiful sight.« He replied with obvious sarcasm.

»Can I sit with you?«

»I don't care. Just don't ruin the silence.«

She hesitated with her steps until she came to an hold next to him. Pomni pulled her hat a bit in anxious manner, she felt unsure how to approach anything else other than superficial conversations at this point. Once her panic wore off some more, replaced by fear bubbling under her suit, she started to try getting to know the others better.

Pomni sat down hesitantly. Both arms coming around her legs to hug herself — she did the opposite of Jax. No staring at the sky since it made her even more anxious. Therefore her eyes fixated on the green filed underneath them both. Nothing interesting to find, but at least that didn't make her feel all that pointless.

She grazed his expression with her stare for a short second, trying to see anything on the rabbit's face. But like usually — there's not much to find. Only difference was the fact his smile died down into a normal, rather neutral line.

The air thickened, or perhaps the tension did when it came to her. Although she couldn't speak for the guy next to her, the odd feeling lingered on her weird skin until it crawled down her back. She hugged herself tighter and cleared her throat.

»Jax? Did you ever... Look for the exit before?«

Her voice quavered more than needed, she almost accidentally cursed herself. Jax sighed deep, his facial features staying immobile as if he expected something like this to happen eventually.

»Never. This is a beautiful dream to live.« He then looked at her from the corner of his eye.

She met them, brows frowning considering she couldn't really tell if she started to become upset by these rude answers or if she found it sympathetic. He appeared to be the kind of person to naturally have sass. He must've held onto it in some way. Jax shrugged his shoulders.

»Give it up, Kid. This is your home now and better accept it if you don't wanna end up like Kaufmo.«

His finger pointed over his shoulder at the big tent. A shiver ran down Pomni's body at the memory of her first day. Not that long ago — yet way too much time she already spend in here aimlessly. Her lip twitched after the rabbit looked back into the sky. Pomni shook her head unconsciously.

Her tone close to a whisper. »Did you never see the exit door?«

»No, but after what you said you found there, I don't think I need to.«

Frustration began to find its way inside her digital veins, burning in the depths of her chest wider than a wildfire. Time passing by, nobody knowing how quickly time moved in this place, but none caring about finding the way out back into their real lives. She gritted her teeth when pulling at her jester hat. Voice mumbling albeit hard.

»You don't care seeing the people in your real life..?«

Immediate regret consumed her after he suddenly scared her. Jax stood up pretty fast and kept both hands into tight fists. His narrowed eyes judging her.

»You clown have no right to say that...« He growled. »When you're clueless, you better keep your whiny mouth shut.«

The conversation found its unwell end as Jax turned around and left Pomni sitting by herself and the slight feeling of guilt she now had to deal with.

She watched him leave for a second. His walk's stubborn in the sound of his steps, turning her head back in order to hide the face behind her arms. She didn't mean to snap at him, it just happened due to all these helpless emotions suffocating her soul and mind.

The shame died down enough for her to go back to her room, brushing off the nonexistent dust off her legs as she closed her eyes for a long second. Her head titled back — she finally found the courage for her eyes to meet the sky above her head. It lightly contracted her heart. Pomni's lips pressed against each other when the faces of the others flashed into her mind.

Realizing that even the mosh distant figure of the group missed home.

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #the amazing digital circus jax #the amazing digital circus pomni #jax #pomni #Jax & Pomni #tadc jax #tadc pomni #slight angst #late night conversations #feels #fanfiction #ff #fanfic #writing #fluff #story #storytelling

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❗ Slight domestic violence scene

“Shit, shit shit shit shit…!”

She cursed under her breath when crossing over the familiar rooftop made out of what resembled pure marble. Her tiptoing sounds unnoticeable even to herself. She'd been lying if saying this new way of sneaking around didn't appealed to her the most when it came to this entire sinner form she'd taken after her downfall.

Jumping from one smug brick to another, landing gracefully onto the railing, onto one of the million endless balcony's of the castle. She's not fond climbing over its walls as she kept fearing that one day — someone would catch her right handed and then do whatever is worse imaginable inside her head. She might be an immortal being in hell now, but not immune to any pain.

That's what sinners had to deal with, the enteral punishment of experiencing pain repeatedly. And no way to stop it. Neither due to getting used to it, nor by the choice to kill yourself. No sinner could actually kill themselves unless they owned angelic weapons. And that chance was lower than the chance of the Happy Hotel succeed. Okay, maybe not that low. But still low.

She sneaked around a pipe attached to the edge of the second tower, lifting her head into the red sky. Day or night, lunch or dinner time, it didn't matter considering the red stayed the same shade throughout the year. Were there any signs for seasons at all? If so, she'd not seen them yet. At least familiar looking stars shone at random spots around the white planet that must've been heaven. Or at least she assumed so.

Shaking her head free, she jumped to the other pipe. It's not her intention to run late as it's not her style pushing the schedule around. However; how could she have said no when they practically begged her to help with the spontaneous side job they involved themselves in rather involuntarily. It's not really their fault and therefore she found no strength to brush their pleading off.

But now she risked the tragedy of getting spotted since she usually was long gone by this time of the night. Not in any sight, invisible to the world of royals that lived inside this castle. Despite only having seen a few faces before — she didn't want to test her luck either. It's better she stayed unaware of the actual number of residents inside the big place she used as shortcut.

Her bare paws landed silently on the floor of the balcony, another one she crossed every single time she's required to get to the other side of Pentagram City. Which was, if nothing messed up, every single work day. It was part of her everyday life after all. She sighed out after realizing it's still empty inside. What a lucky bitch, she thought to herself bewildered and in pity.

It's always a risk using this pathway. At least then she knew what hour was the best in order to avoid the rare chance of an encounter. That's something she inspected before even trying to use the castle as her own personal bridge, it's just so much easier and quicker walking and climbing this insanely big building than running around it. Making her ignore anxiety entirely.

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“You're a fucking disgrace!!”

She yelled into his face with her shrill tone of voice. Filled to the brim with anger that caused his stomach to twist until it threatened to throw up the remaining content right in front of her feet. His pulse overpowered the shattering reality of these pathetic, whiny nosies coming out his beak.

“You have one job, Ray. One! And you can't even do this right, can you!?” She ignored his sad sounds.

He felt both legs shake. “I… I'm really sorry, Rika—”

Her hand shot into the air, shutting him up the same millisecond. He swallowed the bitter taste of both fear mixed with guilt once her brows twisted furious.

“Dare you call me by name at this moment. You're not allowed to.”

Her glaring green eyes drilled through his every single thought — making it impossible to think about his next words. How to present the apology burning on his tongue.

Her tone sharpened drastically. “I don't want to fucking hear it… Seriously. You're a Goetia Prince, for Satan's sake!”

These words left with such desperation, as if she waited for someone to come in and explain this circus of a display to her. All Ray could do was pressing his hands into each other for a little grounding and let her continue scream until it echoed against the walls, coming back into his ears a second time afterwards. Like a second punishment.

“All you had to do was present the next centurie's climate change on earth! How hard can it be when it's your purpose!?”

She raised both arms into the air, looking up while her white bird face started to turn red from the madness he caused her. That's what he always did, he was painfully aware.

“Yet you didn't even finish the research… Am I and everyone who has to deal with your lazy ass a joke to you!?” Her eyes shaded a dark, crazy green.

“No!” He yelped back helplessly.

Hands pressed into fists out of pure desperation to fix his mistakes, his blue glowing eyes met her green ones, thus she narrowed them.

“I- I'm sorry I didn't finfish yet— the earth is a very wild climatic place! It's hard to b-be consistent in the results if one tiny bit can change everything! It—”

The blabbering died by the sound of her flat hand hitting his cheek with all her might. He felt the electric pain shooting through his nerves, almost knocking him to the ground by how she liked using all her strength when putting him into his rightful place.

“I so not care about your excuses, Ray…” She mumbled threatening low.

He rubbed his cheek to ease some of the pain. Yet the tears strung in his eyes regardless. Not brave enough to meet hers again.

“You embarrass me, the entire Goetia family!...” Her hand wiggled as she must've caused herself some pain by the impact as well. “Have some class and skill for once in your otherwise useless existence… For all our sakes. You're a fucking headache like this.”

He lowered his head as deep as he could — letting her spit the words with the venom of hatred he made her feel towards him since what felt like forever. Without waiting for a response from him, she turned on her heels to leave the room. Her golden locks curled around her arm gently in contrast to her radical movement of tearing the door open. He couldn't even hear it over the sound of his own heartbeat in his ears.

“Oh, and Ray.” Air thicker than butter.

She looked over her shoulder, much calmer in her appearance now. Both of them knew better, though.

“Do my decision of taking care of you dirty one more time and you can rot away all alone in this castle forever. I don't care.”

“Yes, Ri— My Savior.” He quickly corrected his mistake.

Although he's praying internally she didn't notice, she either did not or she simply didn't care — she just left the room with a bang. Ray's body flinched hard from head to toe at the deafening sound of her going out of the castle. Letting him stand in silence and guilt to think about the mistake he'd done.

Somehow nothing he ever did seemed to be right, good enough or just worth acknowledging with more than a mere nod. A sigh left his beak, coming out from the deepest place of his stomach which still spun uncomfortably fast. His face shifted into a disgusted grimace, forcing him to close his eyes.

Why can't I be better? Not look like a disgrace to the rest of his peers who were more than talented and royal blue than he ever felt. It's unfair, he thought sad. It's unfair that no matter how hard he tried being better, being a Goetia Prince, it was never good enough to anyone. Was he doomed to live in this misery of being a failure forever?

The tears that had been on the edge finally found their premission to run down his cheeks. It made him feel only worse about himself, though. He wasn't supposed to cry. Or be this weak in general. It was disgraceful. With that he took his steps towards the balcony, perhaps some fresh air would help him relax both his racing pulse and the uneasy carousel inside his belly.

On his way, he wiped the tears as well. Although nobody should be able to see him from that height — it was better not risking someone being able to catch him in this state and take a photo for social media. Then she'd make her threat come true, leaving him forever lonely to rot away inside these walls made for influential royals.

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She froze in her place when the doors to the balcony opened without a warning. The sound of marbel hit the glas once they were out of the way — there was the face she'd been avoiding the most, right after the blond bird woman. Her heart stopped working and came to a standstill.

Any plan of escape, the ideas she played through endlessly for her safety now vanished altogether. Leaving her defenseless to the loud gasp of the Prince. Who's eyes widened in pure shock when his hands shot up to his chest the same second. Shit, she thought panicked. I'm so busted...!!!

Ray couldn't move for a good while. Somehow his muscles didn't listen to any order after finding an unexpected visitor on his private balcony.

Her purple hair moved slightly with the warm wind of hell. Big, round yellow eyes stared directly into his, as if they tried to reflect his own. She was smaller than him, but to be fair, most people were. A sinner... he noticed immidiately because of her form. She's no native to hell. This cat-like appearance must've been a result of either her sins on earth or the silent story of how she died.

He ears dropped down onto her head, hiding away almost. The panic ate away at her nerves, wondering what punishment a Prince of the Goetias would come up with. After all, not only was she rudely invadig his private place, but she also sneaked around like she's about to actually break in. It made the sweat run down her back.

Then, by the most rooted reflex, she felt her legs shake heavily. "I don't mean any harm!!" She yelled out.

"I- I swear I only pass over your castle t-to reach my town faster-! It- It's not what it looks like-"

However, the Prince didn't take in her justfications, nor the whimmering tone of voice under her words. He kept staring at her. For some reason he wasn't feeling anything. He neither felt anger, nor fear. No worry, offense or confusion. All he could do was look at her roundly shaped face and eyes.

The darkness of earlier suddenly left his shoulders. She was pretty, her straight hair fading into a colder purple down along her strains, her clothes reminded him a bit of that gothic style some people wore throughout their daily lives. The fact she wore no shoes was a good way to realize just how small her figure truly was. These soft looking feet were maybe as big as the palm of his hand.

It's obvious that she couldn't be older than him. Time moved foward differently in hell, yes, but there's this qurik to her that revealed she must've come here not too long ago. The Prince blinked out of his trance — hearing her still ramble while being pressed against the railing.

She's scared, he finally made the conclusion for himself. Her pupils were only a point wide and continued shaking with tremor of pure fear. And while he's having every right to be filled with wrath, his intuiton made him decide to not be bitter towards her. He's able to see she didn't mean to come rob or harm him.

Her fearfull attitude, this slim albeit elegant body of hers, it all screamed innocence. And while it should never be taken for granted — he's aware it was the truth. A foreign wamth spread inside his chest.

"No, stop." He said calmly, lifting his hand.

The way her mouth snapped shut wasn't what he intended, so he shook his head. "I mean... tell me the reasoning."

The air around them burned for her. She had no idea how it felt on his feathers. The soft tone caused mistrust to bubble up. Why was he behaving like she didn't just land on his balcony as a stranger?

Knowing there's no choice, she swallowed the lump blocking her throat. "I... use the castle as a shortcut to reach my city faster, My Prince."

Although they quavered at the edges, the Prince's cheeks heat up until they turned a deep pinkish color due to her words.

The title definitely was nothing new. Despite the most stuff calling him Mr. Ray on his demand, being called a Prince shouldn't have made his heart jump as high as it did. No, he thought half conciously. It's not about being adressed as Prince. She said "My Prince."

What was going on with him? He never felt this way before, clueless he wondered what spell she probably used to tame him for her benefit. For now, however, he didn't mind all that much and instead nodded thoughtfully because of her simple answer. It seemed logical — she's a cat demon. Sneaking around places had been a new gift amongst the torture of this enternal life.

He scanned the floor for a second. Then he raised his eyes again. "You swear upon your wounds its the truth?"

No room to interpert this oath, considering it sounded oddly specific, she breathed through silently. "Yes, My Prince." She swore.

The Goetia noticed the breeze of the night came flowing easier now. Without awareness, a smile creeped under his beak. And while she's no expert on bird demons — she realized that it was a smile indeed. Confusing her further, feeding this doubt that cricled around her head.

"What's your name?" He couldn't help the question.

The stranger blinked once, then a second time. "....(N), My Prince." The fright too present for his and her taste.

(N).. he replayed her name in his mind with his own voice. (N) sounds beautiful. That's the first thing he came up with. Her name was just like her apperance. It was beautiful. His smile widened an inch.

"How long have you been using my castle as your shortcut?"

"Since... two months, My Prince."

"When did you die?"

"Five months ago, My Prince..."

"(N), certainly you're aware of what you're doing."

No answer to reciprocate. Of course she knew, it's not like she was stupid enough to sneak over places she didn't at least did surface research on. All she's able to offer was a reluctant nod. The Prince sighed conflicted.

On one hand it's his duty to punish intruders, regardless their intentions. On the other though, he couldn't deny this shot of excitement once they first made eye contact. This Sinner reminded him of a pet. Of a cute, little kitten that's just seeking shelter when breaking into the back of a house. It didn't mean to cause trouble. It was looking for a comfortable place to rest in.

Exactly that's what she looked like to him. It's not the truth, it couldn't be and neither of them would have the power to convince him otherwise. But maybe, just maybe, he found a new opportunity. Something better than this msierable, lonely life he was forced to live. She looked like she needed shelter — he could give her shelter.

His shoulders relaxed. "Come, (N)." He meant it as an invintation, but sounded more of an order by accident.

The girl's ears shot back into the air. Wiggling her tail unconsciously fast by the insane situation. She knew she couldn't make it if she tried to run away. He'd catch her before she managed to jump off the balcony.

That's it, she shivered defeated. Stomach spinning and making her sick to the bones. He's going to do the worse to me for touching his castle...

Plagued by intense fear, her legs managed to move along his enormous steps regardless. She hugged herself, feeling the goosebumbs even underneath the layers of fur. Praying to whatever's there that it would only result in instant death, that's the best outcome she could imagine. What else would be better?

He closed the doors behind her after they entered the living room. Mint eyes fixated on the handle — a new wave of excitement overcame his system.

His heart pulsed hard in his neck, hands and feet. This was totally forbbiden. He never ever could invite a lower class demon into his private walls. If Rika knew... The mere thought of her finding out ran down in an ice cold shower. With all these warnings, this ungodly risk he took, it was still so thrilling. This had to happen and he told himself it was nothing other than fate.

She's a lost kitten that needed shelter. And he could provide her the best shelter in all of hell. Ray shook himself from the words and turned his head around. She stood in the middle of the room. Taking all attention, as if pulling it onto only her. Her arms were wrapped around her chest, it made him a bit sad he couldn't see her chest now. Yet her face — it was everything.

"(N)," He made her flinch by accident. "Tell me about yourself."

The second the order left his beak, he's bewildered by himself for asking such a trivial thing. Again, he couldnt't win against these intrusive thoughts. She was like a flower than an actual cat when thinking about it. He would scrap through the dirt until she had space to bloom. He's certain she would be gorgeous after she presented him her petals. All he had to do was digging into the depths of the dirt. She would come out.

She licked over her lips in a nervous manner. "I... W-What would you like to know, My Prince..?"

"Whatever there is to learn, Flower. Whatever it is. I want to know."

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[asterjennifer]

Imagination

A meadow was the sound of heaven to her.

She loved the imagination that came with million different flowers, growing wild however they like, spreading far until they reached their limitation.

Taking a book for the flowres' language was a thing she thought about before. She bought a book for herself, even. Enjoying to see what a beautiful plant could hold for deep meaning.

If good, if sad or ancien.

There was gorgeous sunshine on the highest place inside the sky. Giving warmth off that rested comfortably against the skin and that even smelled of the sun, somehow. Then a single, small bunny shaped cloud passed by.

Her idea of perfection was the wild life of the apple trees, of the soft and green grass growing alongside the flowers on a big, big field.

However much she adored a scene coming from her heartbeat — she knew what it must've been for him instead.

There was a big, empty street. Maybe at night.

Nobody's around and no sound is to be heared. There are lights alongside the street, though.

The stars shone bright and he's been able to watch the sun set for the night, going to bed as she couldn't help but color the sky in beautiful, warm colors.

The weather was perfect on the skin. Not too hot to sweat into the seat, not too cold that the wind would become a threat for sickness. Nothing but the stars, the moon and some animals that were talking when driving slower.

To him it was more of a scene than a place. A moment that he could enjoy, regardless what others said about him.

No matter what people would try to gain, tell him to do or provoke for whatever reason. Nothing could reach him on the streets.

All he could focus on was the speed that pressed his body into the soft seat and his hands grabbing the steering wheel.

To compare beauty was never something she thought much about. What if somebody defines it in the opposite direction? Even if it wasn't her definition — how could it still not be one for someone else? She knew it was beauty either way. She loved the difference.

Therefore she imagined brand new.

There was a street, a country road that wasn't as used due to the discarded location it had.

No houses resting on the street, nor any farms that could potentially disturb the calm.

It was an old road, yet the condition was almost flawless thanks to the little use. Really the perfect trip opportunity.

And there were flowers who grew at the street side. Some bloomed in white, some had pink color and some rare ones faded from purple into orange at the tips. It had a tree growing closely here and there as well.

Not nearly as many, but enough to keep the air fresh and clean when rolling down the window. There's the sun again. Now she's rising, combining the beauty of the colors and the warmth on her skin.

Driving over it felt relaxing considering there was not a sign anywhere, the speed desired was the speed to drive. Nobody could complain about that, if there was ever a person to begin with.

It was a beautiful sight and feeling.

She nodded with a tiny smile rushing over her lips as she imagined.

“What are you thinking about?”

His voice asked half amused, half wondering in the tone of voice. She fell out of her thoughts before turning her head back into his direction.

His dark hair reflected some of the light from the sky, even if it was grey and raining. Luckily the roof of the car protected these pretty curles she loved going through.

His question lingered a second, filling up the air between them. With her head, or rather attention, pulled back into the presence, she only gave a soft hum.

“Nothing, really... Just admiring beauty.”

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[asterjennifer]

*Bi-awakening*

Pls let's all agree that their performance is the best and that their song is one of the best in the entire show 🚿🔥

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