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50 Shades of Mr. Morningstar

Fandom: Satan and Me

Ship: Natan

Word Count: ~8000

Rating/Content: NSFW

Summary: Lucifer has eyes for the new receptionist at his company, and he’s not one to let inconveniences like boyfriends get in the way

A/N: I’M BACK BITCHES! This Part 1 of 2 commission from the lovely @astarisms (Not two parts, just two commissions). The other one should come very soon as long as I can get my shit together. I had a lot of fun with this and it was super indulgent fucking sue me

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Prank War

based on this post.

China had had enough. She thought that they would have worked it out already, but no. Instead they had blown up buildings, forced the Sanctuary to deal with 300 mortals still in shock and - that was the last drop for China – had stolen some pretty rare artefacts, just to get some leverage against each other.

So China was going to end this silly little fight of them before they killed anybody or, worse, destroyed her reputation as Grand Mage.

It wasn’t easy to bring them both to talk. She told him that she had found a suit that Ghastly was making for him before… well, and told her that she needed to talk about the next edition of the Requiem Ball in Gordon’s mansion.

He arrived first, and China was doing marvelous small talk when Valkyrie stomped into the room, saying:

“Look, China, this have to be quick because I’ve just got a ideia for my next plan and…” She stopped abrutly, noticing the skeleton in the room.

“What in the bloody hell is he doing here?”, she said, pointing.

Skulduggery looked at China. “I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“Indeed, my dear, you really shouldn’t. Now, if you excuse me, I have to deal with the last mess you two have made. You are not allowed do leave this room until you’ve worked things out.”

“It was all his fault! He was the one who put that ridiculous photo of mine in all the sorceres channels of the country. And sent it to my date’s phone. During tha date. It was only fair to blown up his stupid man cave.

“First of all, it’s not a man cave. That was my meditation spot. Second of all, if you haven’t put an advertise in all the newspapers in town that a horror exposition with a living skeleton would be happening in Cemetery Road, I wouldn’t have done that.”

“YOU KIDNAPPED XENA”

“Please, you were expecting it, I know you’ve trained her to pee all over my suits.”

“Still, you should not have involved my bloody dog in this.”

“Maybe next time you should teach it not to be so easilly kidnapped. It was pathetically easy. I see it got your intelect.”

“Xena is not a it. And I knew it was taking to long for you to bring my wits into this. You seem to have forgotten who broke into your house and destroyed your colection of hats. Seriously, Skul, WREATH SUCKS as a password?”

“Said the one who keeps her keys in the dog house.”

They both went quiet, sulking. China was long gone.

After a while, Valkyrie says, quietly:

“You know I didn’t really destroy your hats, right? They are at my parents house.”

“I know. You would not be alive if it was true.”

“Now, that’s overreacting a bit, don’t you think? I mean, I haven’t even touch the Bentley yet.”

He glared at her, and she couldn’t help it. She bursted out laughing.

“I’m just kidding. And I know you have worst pictures of me than that one.”

Skulduggery relaxed, and tilted his head with humour. “True. I have that one of you eating that burger, and that one of you drooling and…”

“Ok, that’s enough.”

They started to walk towards the exit. “And that one when Alice made you dress like a clown for her birthday, and…”

They stopped near the Bentley.

“Skulduggery”, Valkyrie said, through gritted teeth.

Skulduggery opened the door for her, without noticing, still listing all the pictures he had of Valkyrie, and they both got into the car.

China peeked through the window of her office, and sighed to Tipstaff. “I guess we have a few more years until they remember why they were mad at each other and start this silly war again.”

Some random speculations & hopes for spx:

  • Darkly Omen either being a Sensitive or an Emo-kid or both
  • No more Darquesse for the love of god please just let her kill the Faceless Ones in peace
  • Maybe farfetched but: The Church of the Faceless Ones opening a portal to get Mevolent into their Dimension (The scepter could function as an anchor. He would be a threat to the entire world and the scenario would fit both Dereks ‘you are close’ tweet in relation to people bringing Darquesse back + the Tweet about him being … happy? proud? excited? … about the villains. Also the whole different dimensions thing seems to be too big to just ignore and I can think of nothing that would top or match Darquesse villain-wise except M)
  • Some logic behind Valkyries new magical abilities. What can she do, what are her limits? As far as I can remember that was never really explained.
  • I think/hope/pray that Scapegrace & Trasher won’t show up again because they had an okay ending and:
  • Either actual LGBT-representation or none at all
  • Also: racial diversity, especially with the school involved. (Not Ping-like charas obv)
  • Some insight into the culture and religion surrounding the Faceless Ones
  • What’s up with Valkyries blood you can’t just introduce something as if it’s really important and then … not? Mention it? At all?? Ever again??? That’s just … bad writing
  • More about the Unnamed but my hopes for this are very low
  • How sorcerers are like as parents. Do they name their kids? How do they keep their children from picking stupid names at the age of ten? Do the parents teach their kids magic or is it common to send them away to mentors or schools?
  • I know that Val is probably going to be sent through hell because duh but let’s leave Alice out of this she really doesn’t need to die (again)
  • Ravel: Ugh, these meetings are so boring. I honestly would rather sit around and listen to you talk about the right way to make an embroidery stitch.
  • Ghastly: There’s more than one right way to make an embroidery stich, Erskine. There are OVER THIRTY right ways! You’ve got backstitches, backtacks-
  • Ravel: Wait, stop. I’ve made a terrible mistake.
  • Skulduggery Pleasant: Is there anything you regret?
  • Tesseract: I regret being mortally wounded just a few minutes ago.
  • Skulduggery Pleasant: Understandable.
  • Tesseract: apart from that, no. I lived. I killed. My life is my own. What about you? Regrets?
  • Skulduggery Pleasant: Many.
  • Tesseract: That's the good thing about living. You get to make up for past mistakes.
  • Skulduggery Pleasant: Or make brand-new ones.

anonymous asked:

Has Viktor ever had other pets besides Kot? Would he ever be interested in making robotic animals as pets, perhaps for people who are allergic or even as working "animals" (guide dogs, for example)?

     Forgive me for not seeing this sooner - but I’ll answer it now!

     Viktor has never had another pet previous to Kot, and even Kot was something of a pleasant mistake. 

     Realistically, Viktor wouldn’t see the need in doing that. While it could pose useful to create animal-like mechanization that blend in with regular animals for various purposes, the purposes don’t really benefit him enough to instill a great desire to actually research and put time into such a potentially time consuming side-project. For people who ‘need’ guide animals, he’d likely first look into another manner to augment the person themselves, rather than delving into such a complex project as said before. Human augmentations are his primary specialty, and would be much easier to achieve.

      Viktor generally has no interests in animals for the most part. While he doesn’t mind them, he also doesn’t care to have any of his own. The companionship they offer is pleasant, but not for the trade off of all the personal care they need to stay happy and healthy. Kot is a fortunate exception in the regards to her being able to feed herself, as well as seemingly able to withstand a lot of what Zaun throws at her. Being a cat, she’s also very independent, meaning Viktor does not need to fret over leaving her for long periods of time. They’ve built a very unique bond that really benefits Viktor’s work and lifestyle, so that it does not become a pressing problem for him to take care of her.

      Viktor just generally doesn’t want to spend time taking care of pets and what not despite what they may offer him emotionally (though that in itself is likely a valid reason as to why he’d prefer to avoid animals as well).  The time spent caring, feeding, grooming, cleaning up after and so on with pets can be otherwise spent on work, which is, and always has been Viktor’s preference. Work above all else. 

I feel like I should’ve put more of the red stuff in.
cause I tried it on a strand of hair first and I had way more red in it and it looked like a really nice, kind of medium pink I guess :D not too dark and not too light. so I don’t know how this is gonna look. oh well.

but my guess is, however it looks, it’s gonna look better than having blonde hair with a slight greenish tint to it xD 
like good enough for me to go to the store and buy a toner to have at hand when that time arrives.


I know my hair adventures probably sound like a complete mess but I’m actually really enjoying myself with not knowing how everything is gonna turn out :D and making these pleasant mistakes. just taking one step at a time! it’s fun. had this been a few years ago, I would’ve not been having very much fun. but I’ve finally come to that point in my life where I feel like experimenting with my hair cause I never really did when I was younger. and I don’t really care about having crappy hair for a while cause I leave this apartment like once a week so it’s all good. I really like doing this.

Pleasant Mistakes

Sometimes when I’m making gifs I forget to remove the text from what I was previously working on before I render the image. Usually nothing entertaining comes out of these mistakes, but every once in awhile I get a gem.

This was a pleasant mistake I made while making my two gif sets from the Chopper vs Chopper X Let’s Play.

  • “We accept the love we think we deserve”
  • “inhale” “exhale”
  • “Just breathe”
  • “pursuit of happiness”
  • “forever love”
  • “not all those who wander are lost”
  • “where words fail music speaks”
  • “show me love”
  • “live by the sun, love by the moon”
  • “together forever, never apart” “maybe in distance but never in heart”
  •  “forget what hurt you, but never forget what it taught you”
  • “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”
  • “with every heartbeat”
  • “count every beautiful thing”
  • “let your beauty unfold”
  • “let love in”
  • “take a walk on the wild side”
  • “curiosity often leads to trouble”
  • “maybe we’re just in love with the idea of being loved”
  • “she will be loved”
  • “Don’t let your insecurities speak over your confidence”
  • “Don’t forget your roots”
  • “live in this moment and never look back”
  • “it’s better to be slapped with the truth than kissed with a lie”
  • “care less, smile more”
  • “you’re in my veins you fuck”
  • “don’t overthink, just let it go”
  • “wild thing”
  • “you can only lose what you cling to”
  • “Wake your soul with love in the morning. Feed your soul with love in the evening. Expand your soul with love on the weekend. Cause love is all I got. “
  • “not broken, just bent”
  • “you are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You never know dear, how much I love you, so please don’t take my sunshine away”
  • “life’s a gift, don’t waste it”
  • “because nothing makes me happier, and nothing makes me sadder than you”
  • “wonderwall”
  • “love” “lust”
  • “no regrets, just love”
  • “with the beauty from within” “from the beauty within”
  • “other things may change us, but we start and end with family”
  • “believe”
  • “dreams are our escape from reality”
  • “day dreamer”
  • “never a failure, always a lesson” “mistakes made, are lessons learnt”
  • “always on my mind” “forever in my heart”
  •  “I would do anything to be your everything”
  • “The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you, you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for”
  • “anything worth having is worth fighting for”
  • Word: “Serendipity” (meaning “happy accident” or “pleasant surprise”; a fortunate mistake. Specifically, the accident of finding something good or useful while not specifically searching for it.)
  • “stand like a soilder, strike like a tiger”
  • “diamond in the rough”
  • “what doesn’t kill you (only) makes you stronger”
  • “Let your beauty unfold”
  • “not all those who wander are lost”
  • “she flies with her own wings”

“You can’t leave me alone,” she said, following him into the living room.

“No,” he corrected, “I can. You’ll be perfectly safe.”

“The front door’s off!”

“Well, yes. You’ll be perfectly safe as long as they don’t come through the front door.”

He pulled on his coat, but she snatched his hat away.

“Are you taking my hat hostage?” he asked doubtfully.

“You’re either staying here to make sure no one else attacks me, or you’re taking me with you.”

Skulduggery froze. “That,” he said eventually, “wouldn’t be too safe for you.”

“Neither would being left here on my own.”

“But you can hide,” he said, gesturing around the room. “There are so many places to hide. I’m sure there are plenty of good solid wardrobes your size. Even under a bed. You’d be surprised how many people don’t check under beds these days.”

“Mr. Pleasant–”

“Skulduggery, please.”

“Skulduggery, you saved my life tonight. Are you going to undo all that effort by leaving me here so someone else can just come along and kill me?”

“That’s a very defeatist attitude you’ve got there. I once knew a fellow, a little older than you. He wanted to join me in my adventures, wanted to solve mysteries that beggared belief. He kept asking, kept at me about it. He finally proved himself, after a long time, and we became partners.”

“And did you go on to have lots of exciting adventures?”

“I did. He didn’t. He died on our very first case together. Horrible death. Messy, too. Lots of flailing around.”

“Well, I don’t plan on dying anytime soon, and I’ve got something he didn’t.”

“And that is … ?”

“Your hat. Take me with you, or I’ll stand on it.”

He looked at her with his big hollow eye sockets, then held out his hand for his hat. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

—  Skulduggery Pleasant

If it could be so easy to ignore
this here that stirs my core -
an odd thing bred, I feel exist,
a quiet seed, a raucous beast

too great, too strong to dismiss,
too persistent not to miss -
if it is not quite a pleasant condition,
I would mistake it for indigestion.

Lady Wanderer?( Complete Thread)

Since the last escapade with a very green star nomad her curiosity to seek more was obvious. Her Intel at all the information desks at different planets was speaking about how rare a sight was. Rare was her liking. Not to brag she was the type to want to sign about all the glorious things she came across and did. Made her feel more important with her status. With her clues she wound up off the Zbornak planet into a place with plush fuzzed bundles. They were just like puffballs. Too cute for this world! She had jumped into a pile of them making snow angels. Bad move since they started to scream in terror.

Jumping away she stood to an elevation much taller than the rest to see someone also bit taller than them as well. Looked like a star nomad! Ah! Maybe she knew. “ Is your name Wander by any chance?”

Walky knelt gently patted one of the fuzzballs who had swarmed around her, since she radiated heat. It felt nice to be the taller one for once (though only because they were tiny.) The yellow girl looked up when she heard the voice. “…h-huh? Um…” she glanced around, before pointing at herself. “Me? I’m n-not Wander, my name’s W-Walkabout! …People ask that a l-lot for some reason…”

The fuzzballs were now crowding her as well; not as welcoming but more grumbling in their language saying god knows what. Probably cute profanities for squishing them like pancakes. Bepbo kicked a few off of her as she floated away from that mess closer to her. “ I apologize. I am running on little facts of your race.  Do you per chance know a Zack? I just met him not too long ago. I’m not sure if you are all family or not.”

“…no.” She frowned-that question seemed to hit a nerve. “I d-don’t have a family. Biologically or in the emotional sense.”

This caused a sour taste to dwell in her mouth. No family? Not even one being to rely on? This poor soul! She started to well up tears as she embrace Walkabout to give her means of comfort. “ How awful! No one deserves that. Rest assure you I will do whatever it takes to find you a forever home.”

Walky made a panicked sound that vaguely resembled a duck quacking as she frantically pushed the alien away. “Do not touch! Please do not touch! I d-don’t know you and am not comfortable with you! No touching!”

With that, the little one was dropped just where she was in her fright as well. Such a reaction caused her to panic herself. “ Pardon me! I am so terribly sorry! My word how impolite of me. Are you alright?” There was a few feet to the ground and that was a mighty fall.

“ If that is what you want… I understand.” She placed her footing to the ground finally to kneel down wondering whether to give her a hand or not since she did not like touching. “ Is there any way I could help?”

“…w-well you could help by telling me who you are.” Walky frowned and folded her arms.

She had completely forgotten. Must have slipped her mind. Curtsying to her, a smile wiped off all the nerves that she presented at the mishap. Thank you subject change. “ Bepbo. Techno icon extraordinaire at your service. How about you? What do you do for a living?”  

“I w-wander around. I don’t have a job.” Walky shrugged.

“ How is it your are able to afford such a luxury on a dime?” She earnestly wanted to know. This was baffling all in itself. There was a price to everything. Food, clothes, places to sleep, activities, and much more. It must be a difficult task.

“…Luxury? I s-sleep out in the open and only eat m-maybe once a week. It’s…n-not very luxurious.”

“ How is it you not starve? Do you have a small stomach?” What a fascinating history. She wanted to know all about it. Too many questions were running in her mind to get out.

“I, um…I d-don’t…technically…need to eat? I s-still get hurt from starvation and s-stuff but I won’t die from it…”

“ Are you an…” Her eyes glistened with wonder. “ immortal?” Her body was sparkling with flecks of light. It was like one of those creepy desu-kawaii scenes in anime.

“ Huh….” The end spoken in question did not leave her too sure if she was even mortal to begin with. Yet, if she wasn’t immortal- what label would she be considered under? “ do you heal really fast? Like when you get cut or get bruised?”

“..Who?” Walky tilted her head. “And I told you, I d-don’t have a family. I’m l-literally not related to anyone.”

“ I know I only assumed maybe that you are long lost sisters or some crazy assumption to your creation.” She was a theorist whom spoke out her ideas to lay out facts. “ never mind…”

“I h-have no idea who ‘Lord Dominator’ even is…”

“Strange… She’s the top most ruthless villain on the charts. Lava based. Really killar personality. I’m surprised you don’t know her.”

“I, um…I k-kinda don’t know anything about any viillains. S-sides from the ones I’ve already met, I g-guess.”

Floating over she rested her palms on her chin letting a leg sway side to side on her lounging spot. “ so you have met a villain? Which ones?”

“…I’ve r-run into a couple Watchdogs..”

“ Watchdogs?” Still brimming with too many questions it seemed.

“ have you now… Do you have a bounty on your head?”

“…? No? Why would I?”

“ Cause from the sounds of your abilities and your interaction with villains. Also being a wanderer you’d assume that you are most likely on the wanted list. Just outweighing the possibilities. Cause you are the same situation as Wander. Just like you but … not bleeding plasma.”

“Well maybe except I don’t do anything and I DON’T KNOW WHO WANDER IS! The p-people on the wanted lists are the ones who g-get in the way of the villains and I’ve n-never done that! I’ve never heard of most of them, even! I’m n-not wandering by choice you know!”

The shouting caused her to cower. Bepbo was obviously causing her distress or to be upset with her constant prodding. “ Pardon. Think … I’ll be just going now. Excuse me. Did not mean to intrude. This won’t happen again.”

“…okay.” The air was still heated around Walky-the puffballs seemed to like it, but if it got hotter it would be much less pleasant. “…people k-keep mistaking me for Wander and I d-don’t even know who he is…”

She was just about to leave but getting smothered by puffballs she was engulfed in fuzz. Seemed they did not want her to leave until a resolution was made. Oh dear. You could not see her but she spoke out, “ -guess putting you in a category when you haven’t a clue was rude on my part. That is so unlike me… You are your own person after all. No substitute.”

“Y-yeah, none at all. N-not a single solitary person in the galaxy who has the same physical composition as I do.”

Popping up she was a monster of fluff not even able to see. Yet, she did look very much plushy. “ So no more speaking of him. Out the window.” Bepbo did a motion of zipping her lip, if only you could see it…

“You w-won’t tell me who he is either?” Walky sighed in frustration

“ Huh? Wait… hold on. I thought the whole point of this was not to speak about him.” She slumped her shoulders, scratching her head trying to put two and two together. “ I’m confused.”

“I s-said I was annoyed because I didn’t know who he was! This is pretty flarping clear!

“ OOoooooohhhh – so it was not because I was making the comparison to Wander. It was because you had no idea about him. Ohhhhhhh- It all makes so much sense now!” Doinks her head with her disk palm. “ He’s a star nomad, with a neat banjo cute voice, extremely sweet and always has everyone else’s best interest in mind. Not to add when you hug him he’s like a little plush.”

“Y-yes, as I started multiple times…” She grumbled. “S-so why would anyone mistake him for me? I don’t have a banjo.”

“ Cause you have the same body structure on the outside perhaps? Pretty much you have the female construction of their race.” Which is why there was the misinterpretation of being a nomad.

“Hmm….I g-guess that was the racial template chosen at creation. They d-did used to call me ‘nomad’ before I c-chose my name…internally I’m n-nothing like one at all.”

“ They?” Shaking off the remainder of the fuzzballs she was home free from the smothering. Warm but got a little too claustrophobic after a while. “ - and you chose your name? How?”

“I read a b-book, I saw a word, I liked it and made it my n-name. Simple as that.”

“ So.. you are not a star nomad and you were able to read when you were born to decide your name.” She plopped into sitting, back to hugging fluff. “ This is blowing my mind.”

“It wasn’t when I w-was born, I picked my name a few y-years later. I d-don’t think it’s that surprising. D-did you really think everyone got their name the same way? ”

“ No – but….” Walky did have a point, “ just so odd to see a different upraising. Yet, you have been opening up my eyes to many things.” 

“I’ve l-learned a lot about different cultures in my t-travels…if you want to know anything else.”

“ Would I!” Her whole life was dependent on improvement. If this could get her on the level of understanding with Walky she was more than willing. “ Tell me everything!” 

“A…s-starting point would be helpful. I’ve been to a l-lot of places.

“ Perhaps the Phunulon planet? There is so little I know about that place but plenty of positive words about the attractions.”

“Phunulon isn’ a c-culture, It’s a planet that was originally barren before a theme park c-company used it to make a planet sized park. It’s also n-not really a full sized planet, more of a dwarf p-planet.”

“ See? That goes to show how little I know about that location. The more I know.” Panning out her hands she produced a neon rainbow with sparkles to detail that last sentence. “ is there a planet especially for fashion may I ask?”

“Um…it’s a big g-galaxy and all, im sure there’s a lot of planets with countries dedicated to textile p-products and all….”

“ My planet is a textile planet also!” She exclaimed this with plenty of dexterity. “ So you could say we are on that production list. We are known for plenty of goods exported throughout the galaxy. Have you been to the Crafter world?”

“Um…n-no? Reminder, the g-galaxy is really flarping big!”

With that attitude she drew away from the sincerity and concern she was approaching onto her. This whole time she was making her feel like an imbecile. No more. “ Listen. There is so much I can take and this draws the line. I deserve respect. These are simple questions because yes I know little of you–”

Floating upward away from the fuzzballs she shook off, she was levitating poking a floating finger at her chest. “ I know little of you and every question you have prodded, ridiculed with your snark. How was I suppose to know you have not been there? You just said how much you knew.”

Going forward she folded her arms with her back to her. “ I hope you learn from this if I ever do see you. Yet after all, it is a flarping big galaxy so highly unlikely.” With that she was leaving. “ Good day.”  

“W-well I’m sorry but it gets really annoying being asked the s-same questions over and over again! and it’s n-not like you ever listened to my answers because you asked the same ones! and you’re the one who kept getting into my personal space and asked me p-personal things without any regards to how I felt!”

She was fuming inside. Did she not realize she apologized for that mistake? Excuse her for her curiosity and trying to get down to the bottom of things. Being one that was so vague it was hard to get anything out of her. Bepbo was only making small talk as best she could. Yet, it was only walking on thin ice with this one and a repetitive circle. With that Bepbo lifted her head upward not speaking. When she said ‘good day’ that meant this was the end of the conversation, flying off. Reputation or not, there was so much she could take. Some beings were just best to remain acquaintances.