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Since I'm feeling mad salty tonight that my threads and posts are STILL on their damn site (archived and those written for one particular muse have simply had the name changed?? excuse me who the fuck do you think you are editing my work??) here is me spilling the tea. Thanks to a friend for writing the linked posts. I sure as fuck didn't have the balls to say anything until tonight.

Anyway, beyond that dick move, there are a lot of other major red flags that I missed and turned a blind eye to. The ableism and tokenism/fetishism of minority groups and neurodiverse players just being the most egregious. So yeah do yourselves a favor and avoid avoid avoid.

Lucifer: I don't have many good memories of being an angel

Simeon: 🙂

Satan: I'm having an existential crisis

Simeon: 🙃

Read Parts 1-29 here!

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Nodding, MC felt a single tear fall down her cheek as Lucifer avoided her gaze. Clutching the necklace in her hand, she returned it to its box before finally closing the lid.

-

Completely silent, Lucifer stood up and slowly walked toward the door before disappearing out of the room. He kept his head down as he walked. As soon as the door was opened, Asmo was revealed on the other side.

The moment he saw Lucifer’s unreadable expression and MC slumped over on her bed, he immediately knew something had happened.

Lucifer glanced up at his brother, giving him a quick stare before pushing past; retreating to his study where he would hide for the remainder of the long day.

And for the remainder of the week.

Watching him walk away, Asmo quickly slipped into the room before rushing over to MC. “Sweetie, what happened?” He asked in a panic, noticing her tear stained cheeks.

Sitting on the bed beside her, he pulled her in for a hug; allowing her to silently weep into his chest. “He told me he loves me, As.” She breathed shakily, remembering every single one of Lucifer’s words.

“Oh my!” He quickly gasped, shocked by the revelation. “What did you say?”

Pulling out of the hug, he gripped her by the shoulders as he gawped into her eyes expectantly. Even he - the Avatar of Lust - hadn’t anticipated Lucifer coming to his senses and admitting his feelings. He knew that whatever MC said, it would have been a difficult decision for her to make.

“I told him the truth.” She breathed, “I can’t be with him, As. I know that for the longest time I have loved him, but he’s hurt me enough to not be able to trust his word anymore. For months now I wanted to hear him say that he loves me but now that he has, I’ve realised I can’t accept it. What I did was for the best and the right thing to do, but I can’t help but feel completely numb. I hurt him by doing the exact same thing he did to me.”

“I know it’s difficult MC, but please don’t forget that he hurt you first!” He reassured, “he brought this on himself. You knew that you would have been a fool to run back into his arms; he had his chance.”

“I know...” she nodded, “it was just...it was just really hard. I’ve never seen him look so...hurt. And it kills me that I’m the one who made him feel that way.”

“I know, sweetie.” He agreed supportively, giving her a gentle squeeze as he smiled sadly.

Suddenly MC hesitated. Letting out a sigh, she turned to Asmo with teary eyes, “and I’ve realised now that because of his actions, I can’t bring myself to love Lucifer anymore.” She confessed, leaning into Asmo’s side.

“You don’t love him?” He questioned confused. Although he may have been aware of a spark between Satan and MC, he didn’t realise that her feelings for Lucifer seemed to have ceased.

He thought that she’d just rejected him because of how he’d treated her; he didn’t realise her feelings had lessened too.

“Well, I still feel something for him. I probably always will.” She corrected herself, “but lately I’ve realised that over time I fell out of love with him.”

“And who can blame you with the way he’s treated you?” Asmo asked.

“It’s not just that though.” MC confessed, running a hand through her hair. Biting her lip, she wondered whether she was ready to admit her feelings aloud.

Was she even ready to admit them to herself?

“Oh?” He questioned knowingly.

“Because of my pining for Lucifer, I hadn’t realised what was in front of me this entire time. Last night when everybody was sleeping, I was still awake.” She began telling her anecdote, “it was really late but I couldn’t possibly try and sleep with how much my mind was racing.”

Asmo was sat on the edge of the bed, practically shivering with anticipation.

“I didn’t know why but...I couldn’t stop thinking about Satan.” She admitted, “so I went to see him.”

“What did you do?” Asmo whispered, completely fascinated by their blossoming love story as he stared at her with wide eyes.

He hadn’t known that MC had seen anyone since returning from the ball.

“We kissed again.” MC smiled subtly to herself, reminiscing about their night together. “And then I stayed with him.”

“Did you...?” Asmo asked curiously.

“No!” MC shook her head quickly, “Satan just...I guess he could tell I was confused so he just held me in his arms. I’m glad that’s all we did though. I think if anything else happened it would only mess with my heart more. Especially given that Lucifer had been waiting for me in my room.”

Asmo was batting his eyelashes; finding MC’s story so wondrous. Seeing that small twinkle in her eye, and the ghost of a smile that appeared on her lips, he knew exactly how MC was feeling.

“You love him, don’t you?” He asked quietly.

Hearing it aloud, MC immediately knew what her heart was feeling. There was no more being oblivious; especially now that Lucifer was out of the picture.

Although she hadn’t realised at first, her feelings had been clear for a long time.

“I do.” She whispered sheepishly as her cheeks grew rosey. “I love Satan, As”

Even MC couldn’t believe the words that fell from her lips.

Asmo smiled warmly at his best friend as he watched her fluster. “I know he makes you happy, MC.” He spoke admirably. “And I know what you did today was the right decision.”

“Thank you, As.” She sighed.

“Are you going to tell him then?” He then questioned abruptly.

“No.” MC shook her head, “not right now at least. Lucifer’s only just left and it wouldn’t feel right. I need a break from everything; some time to heal in order to come to terms with these feelings. I wouldn’t want to say something and then be accused of using Satan as a rebound. It’d kill me if he thought that’s how I see him.”

“I understand.” He nodded.

Asmo wanted nothing more than to scream in MC’s face ‘SATAN IS IN LOVE WITH YOU!’ but he knew she had to discover that herself.

I mean given the way he acted around her, Asmo thought it was obvious enough as it is.

“In fact, I wouldn’t mind just staying up here for a while.” MC breathed, pulling out her D.D.D, “I’m supposed to be making breakfast with Satan right now but I don’t want to see him when I’m still emotional. I want the time to be right between us before I say anything.”

“Absolutely.” Asmo agreed, “moments like that have to be perfect.”

Nodding at his words, MC began typing away on her D.D.D; informing Satan that she wouldn’t be down for breakfast.

“Is there anything I can get you?” He asked, watching her send the message.

“No.” MC shook her head, “I’m okay thank you, As.”

“Alright.” He breathed, standing up from the bed as he gazed in awe at MC. “Just take your time, won’t you sweetie?”

“I will.” she nodded, returning the small smile.

Asmo was a little disheartened as he left MC’s room. He knew she wanted to be happy but the burden of upsetting Lucifer constantly weighed on her shoulders stopped her from feeling that way.

Letting out a sigh as he walked, he began to wonder if he should have left MC by herself or not. What if she were to break down and he wasn’t there to be by her side?

Meanwhile, laying back in her bed, MC let out a deep breath as a further tear fell down her cheek.

The image of Lucifer repeated on her mind; torturing her as she fell back into a slumber.

Across the house, staring at his D.D.D, Satan felt his heart ache as he read MC’s message.

‘I’m really sorry but I can’t make breakfast now - I’ll make it up to you.’

The words were like salt to his wound. Not only had Lucifer finally confessed his feelings to MC just as Satan thought something was established between the pair, MC had now cancelled their plans they’d made.

Satan wanted to be angry but he couldn’t find it in himself. No matter how much MC had upset him, he couldn’t bring himself to feel wrath because of her. Not when he held her so dearly in his heart.

Oh how he loathed Lucifer.

Oh how he hated the way the eldest brother had toyed with MC’s feelings and yet still somehow managed to be the one who found happiness. Satan lowkey was upset with MC - not for effectively leading him on - but for accepting Lucifer’s love.

He only hoped he didn’t hurt her again.

As his eyes turned bloodshot, holding back his angry tears, Satan’s thumb hovered over his D.D.D screen. Should he reply to MC?

‘No. You can’t do this to yourself.’ He insisted, ‘just let her be happy.’

Despite already hearing everything, Satan didn’t want to be reminded of MC and Lucifer. He only wanted to hide away from the pair of them.

Sighing, he eventually switched off his D.D.D, throwing it to one side as he cursed to himself.

-

Imagine that your partner has been hitting you. Yelling at you. You’ve been married for a few years, you’re both in your 30s, you have a little daughter, and everything you do seems to be wrong. You’ve been made fun of, mocked and belittled by your partner. 

But you need them, because you can’t take another failed relationship. You can’t be alone again, and they’ve got you convinced that all the beatings and scratches and scrapes are your fault.

You tell your friends and they laugh. No matter how many bruises or cuts you show them, it’s still your fault, so you hide them. You feel trapped, but you don’t feel like you can escape. You’re convinced that you’re just locking yourself in.

And you see online one day an article. Someone else went through what you have. They got the cuts, the bruises, the scratches. You see that here is hope and freedom from these beatings. The physical and emotional pain can go away, there is someone there to help!

So you write down a list of 10 abuse victim hotlines, for people being abused. And you call them one by one.

If you were a man:

6 of those hotlines would refuse to help because of your gender.

3 of those hotlines would refer you to or give you a number to a hotline dealing with people that abuse and are looking to stop.

1 of those hotlines would help.

Out of those 10, 2 of those would also laugh at you or say you deserved it.

If you were a woman:

10 of those hotlines would help.

Abuse is very scary, but what seems scarier to you; being abused, reaching out and getting the help you need, or being abused, reaching out and getting laughed and turned away over 60% of the time because of who you are?

Only 8% of men who call abuse hotlines find them ‘very helpful’ and get the assistance they need.

Just to add some quotes found in the study from men who tried to seek help:

• They laughed at me and told me I must have done something to deserve it if it happened at all.

• They asked how much I weighed and how much she weighed and then hung up on me…I was told by this agency that I was full of BS.

• They accused me of trying to hide my “abuse” of her by claiming to be a victim, and they said that I was nothing more than a wimp.

• They didn’t really listen to what I said. They assumed that all abusers are men and said that I must accept that I was the abuser. They ridiculed me for not leaving my wife, ignoring the issues about what I would need to do to protect my six children and care for them.

So when I see posts like this I reblog them instantly.

I was the first person who listened to him and who believed him

I was the first one to call it abuse

I was the first one who told him he shouldn’t put up with it and I was the person who supported him through his breakup with her

Because of that I was the person he brought his other friends to when one of them was raped by the same girl months later.

He stopped me in the quad and reassured his friend I would listen. I had 5 frightened 18 year old boys crowded around me telling me what happened and clinging to the validation I gave to their trauma.

No one else outside of me and that group would acknowledge it as rape or as wrong.

No one else was willing to give them comfort

It’s important to validate others experiences, feelings and listen.  Maybe if I had someone do that for me I wouldn’t have fallen into that abuser role.  Sad but true.  Took many years and someone saying to my face that I was abusive, to get me to seek help.  

Prompto & Carbuncle

By : ec_quiet

Let me first explain my situation.

And before you read under the cut please understand that this is VERY VERY personal to me. So very personal and I’m sorry because I don’t usually share things like this, but it’s stressing me out so much and I really need you guys.

I am twenty-three years old living with my parents and both of my sisters and as lovely as it would be for most to have such a huge family, I am in absolute misery.

My mother and father are abusive toward each other, my sisters, and myself - both emotionally and physically, depending on the person. My parents have emotionally and physically abused each other since I was a child, and though almost all of the hitting has stopped (I’ll give them that), they belittle each other and have huge arguments daily. My sisters are emotionally dead at this point, and as much as it pains me to have to leave them behind, they’ve been groomed and raised to despise me - so as such, they do and have terrorized me in various ways via social media, school, my own former friends and have being doing so for years. There is nothing I can do about that. It’s always been over between us.

My mom and dad have kept me away from any and all of my distant relatives for over a decade now, with the use of death threats even (threatening them, not me, even going as far as fighting physically not that my other relatives are great but I have no one to fall back on). They’ve stolen my money and have ruined job opportunities for me in order to keep me working for their establishment (my mom is a very notable presence in my city); even then, they short me my paychecks and make sure that I have only enough to pay my phone and school bills and tell me it’s because I don’t help out otherwise and they need the money. They don’t make me pay rent, but they hold it over my head if I so much as need someone to help me out for any little thing (I was in need of a mental health service animal, stupid, right?), and then refuse to help me in the first place. 

More importantly, they belittle me; they constantly make me feel like I’m nothing and that I’ll never go anywhere. They refuse to help me when it comes to my mental illnesses, removed me from their insurance so I’m unable to receive medical help (I have had to pay thousands and thousands in hospital emergency visits), and refuse to let me leave home by guilt tripping me and creating issues that leave me in a very tight position - ensuring that they will ruin my chances of living a happy life. 

I did not ever want to have to burden you all with my problems; because they are my own problems, but all of the friends I have are here. I have no one at home, not even a pal from school who can help me; that’s why I’m asking now.

I plan on leaving my parents, even if I have to do it without them knowing. 

I’ve been able to sneakily sell a lot of my own personal items behind their back so that they aren’t aware that I have money, and by pinching tips at work, I have saved over $500. That isn’t a lot and I have to be as secretive as I can about it, or it’ll be another huge fight and screaming argument that I just cannot handle. The cost of moving is very high for me, because I have to get a new job, find a new school, and an apartment that I can live in by myself because I don’t exactly have the connections to find a trustworthy roommate, nor do I have a vehicle. And I must be able to live and buy time while I settle in, as well as figure out a day in which everyone is gone so that I can load my belongings into a car and leave for good. 

I know this sounds rash, but I have to do this and I do not want to contact authorities about it because in my heart there is a big part of me that wants to try and repair me and my mom’s relationship after I have gone away. That seems stupid I know but it is very important to me and I cling to that hope everyday.

I’m trying to be calm and speak normally for you guys, but I cannot continue to bide my time, I am so stressed. I love my mother very much; she is probably the only person in my family that I do love, but I cannot do this anymore. I want to be happy. If you have anything to spare at all, even if it’s just advice, PLEASE consider it. I really need it!!!

I need at least $5000 to even think about being close to moving and I will continue to save as much as I possibly can, but I need to leave as soon as possible (I’m praying six months to a year) so any help is help.

Please, if you can help me, think about buying something from my SHOP because I don’t want to have to ask for anything for free. If you buy something, it helps and at least you get something in return. If you have anything to spare, buying me a coffee will do wonders too and you can ask for drabbles or anything you’d like writing wise. I also have paypal and it PAINS me to ask you all for anything, but I’m so desperate and I don’t know what else to do.

PLEASE, PLEASE LET A FRIEND KNOW OR REBLOG OR ANYTHING. Even if it’s just support it’s needed because I am going crazy here.

Okay let me get a tiny bit cheesy here. To be honest, I have never loved a fandom more than I’ve loved ffxv’s people. I remember my first two posts on this blog and how I just expected them to go by unnoticed, but before long, here I am with 1k followers and thousands of notes on my art and a ton of fanfictions based on my comics and aus. It’s something that has NEVER happened before and I’ll forever be shocked with how much reception I’ve gotten here, you all have welcomed me so warmly. I just want to say that I really love and appreciate every single one of you !! 

– & without further ado, let’s get on to the giveaway rules;

NO GIVEAWAY BLOGS

You have to be following me

There will be 3 winners

I ONLY count reblogs, but you’re welcome to like this post

3 or 4 reblogs per person please

I’ll be using random.org for your entries

Please have your ask or instant messages open & respond within 24 hours if you win, otherwise I’ll pick another winner

If you win, please don’t rush me to get your prize done. Patience is key for quality artworks.

Credit me if you use the artwork. Do not use my art for commercial use, remove my signature or claim as your own art.

Giveaway ends on July 29, two weeks from now.

#First place prize; A single character of your choosing, fully colored & shaded + a simple bg. ( May or may not be painted -without lineart-, depends on my availability ) Examples: 1 - 2.

#Second place prize; A single character of your choosing, simple coloring + a simple bg. Examples: 1 - 2.

#Third place prize; A single character of your choosing, only lineart + with or without b&w cell shading. Examples: 1 - 2.