Fluff-Writes

Diablo Brainrot Uh. 18+ blog. There is STUFF here.

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You know what. Since the world is going bananas over porn right now, here's my bsky where I post lewd drawings of fictional characters sometimes. Enjoy it while you can, or whatever.

Fluff (@fluff-and-such.bsky.social)

Artist, Animator, Pokemon Lover and Plant Lady. Gender: Idk man. 26. NSFW 18+ stuff be here 🔞

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>_> <_<

Inarius/Izual but specifically where they are only banging bcuz there's no one else who Gets It, and Izzy is imagining its Tyrael instead the whole time.

They kinda hate each other about it, but not enough to stop. They're the only source of any pleasure for one another.

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planning for Not a Religion is like

he should fight a butcher at some point

meet Prava? Eventually???

Wrote up a conversation between him n Rathma that might never see the light of day lol

he should fight Ashava at some point

Weirdly poetic Glacier Poem Chapter

We're 8 chapters in and he hasn't said a word should he. Talk at some point. Probably.

I had a vision of Inarius's squad (Prava Vigo Urivar) meeting Tyrael's squad (Lorath Donan Elias) and there are so many bald people. Vigo and Inarius are the only ones with hair. Neyrelle too if she's here.

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Oh hey we finally made it to the Weirdly Poetic Glacier Chapter

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The BEST trope is when a character tells another “let’s run away together, we can leave all of this behind and start a new life somewhere” and gets rejected. And then the rest of the tragedy unfolds

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holding hands

Lorath’s bandages were itching and his knee was swelling up again. They needed to get to the Horadric vault. Time was running out and the eclipse was fast approaching. But the trek through the volcano would be difficult and Tyrael insisted on rest.

Lorath knew he was right but still. It was damn annoying.

He sighed, turning over the bottle of Westmarch port in his hands. 

His thoughts turned, almost against his will, back to his last encounter with Adreona. He had hoped that perhaps without Akarat there he could reach her, that she would listen. Wanted to apologize for being tricked. Appeal to their old friendship. Help her see through Mephisto’s lies.

For a moment, when his hand rested on hers, he thought he saw her face soften. Almost thought he managed to reach her. The hand at his throat had caught him off guard. She lifted him in the air with brutal strength and Lorath thought she was going to kill him.

You are a failed guardian. Of your land. Of your people. I won’t be. Her words haunted him.

But she didn’t, right? She spared him at the last moment. That had to mean something.

He didn’t tell Nico of the encounter. His beard hid the bruising well enough and—between the other wounds he suffered from his ill-advised fight against the Drowned, and Tyrael’s miraculous return—mentioning it didn’t seem important. 

He looked over at their little encampment. Tyrael was off gazing at Hefaetrus in the distance, cloak whipping in the wind. Dramatic, he thought fondly.

Tharra was bent over a nearby table, her head in her hands. She didn’t take Adreona’s decision to abandon the isle well. It didn’t take a genius to see her heartbreak. Lorath watched Nico approach her. He leaned forward and rested his hands against the table. He was talking to her. Knowing Nico, probably trying to comfort her. 

Lorath’s eyes were drawn to the man’s hands. He could get up. He could join them. He could walk over and stand beside him as he had Adreona and carefully rest his hand over Nico’s. How would he react? Lorath’s throat burned. 

He knew he was being irrational. After everything they’d been through, Lorath knew Nico would never willingly hurt him. Hells, Lorath had already proposed marriage—inside the ancient ruin where Lilith had been banished to the Void had not been his first choice but, once Nico had confessed about the state of his soul seen through the Sightless Eye, Lorath knew he was running out of time. 

Maybe waiting for a better opportunity would have been more romantic, but most of all he wanted to give Nico something to hold on to. Please. Come back to me. Don’t leave me. 

After all that, something as simple as holding his hand shouldn’t be so nerve-wracking. 

Still. 

He felt rooted to his seat.

And yet, as had been the nature of their relationship since its start, Nico turned to him instead. Lorath watched him start to approach out of the corner of his eye. But then he paused, head tilting to the side. There was a strange unsettling haziness in his eyes.

What’s she saying to him now?

Whatever it was, it drew Nico away from him and out of the encampment instead. Lorath tried and failed to contain his worry. Even if they managed to get this blade and banish Mephisto, what would happen to Nico? Would he remain with Lilith in his head for the rest of his life? How long would he be able to hold her at bay? What about the damage Mephisto was already doing? What would be left of him by the end?

Was he destined for tragedy? To fall to corruption like so many heroes before him? 

The thought haunted him. Lorath knew he couldn’t bear another loss like that. 

“Drinking alone?” The tone was fond.

Lorath blinked, drawn out of his brooding by Nico sitting beside him. 

“Well, I was hoping you would join me.” Lorath said. 

Nico sat close enough for their thighs to touch. He could feel the warmth radiating from the man. Lorath didn’t have any cups, but they could still share the bottle. He took a swig. The wine was delicious. Smooth and velvety and Lorath could taste hints of caramel, nuts and spices. It tasted like long-forgotten memories of sharing a drink with his father in the late evenings. Tyrael had good taste.

He held it out to Nico and watched him take a drink. He looked tired. There was a far away look in his eyes, but not the same as when he spoke to Lilith. He just looked worn out. Exhausted.

“Nico?” Lorath called softly.

No response.

Lorath recalled one of his last conversations with Donan, what felt like lifetimes ago now.

“ ‘The mage Donan has proved to be a wonderful addition to our Order. The man has knowledge in spades. Any topic, even the most mundane, becomes profound in his care.’ ”

Lorath jerked his head up to glare at him. “Is that my old journal?”

“Mmhmm. Nico found it when we were searching through the old Vault.”

“And you decided to poke through my private things.” Lorath snapped. He forgot he’d written that. It was a happier time. The memories made him feel bitter. 

Donan shrugged, “If you didn’t want someone to read it, you shouldn’t have left it behind.”

Lorath crossed his arms, “It was another lifetime. It doesn’t matter now.”

Donan’s smug expression fell away. He looked wistful, almost sad. “Perhaps if you had shared this back then…”

“What, Donan? You wouldn’t have left? Was praise all you were seeking when you joined the Horadrim?” Lorath snapped, defensive.

Donan didn’t rise to the bait, “Praise? No. But friendship? Some sign that you cared for anything beyond the mission? Yes, actually, that might have made a difference.”

The weight of it lingered in Lorath’s chest. What ifs were useless, he knew that, but still.  

“It doesn’t matter now.” He repeated.

Donan watched him with eyes far too knowing. “Well,” he said, “I’ll give you one last piece of unwanted advice. For old time’s sake. Don’t make the same mistake again. If you care about someone—say, a wanderer with Lilith’s blood, for example—tell him about it before it’s too late.”

Lorath had, of course, immediately disregarded that advice. Had almost ruined the best thing that happened to him with his own self-sabotage by making a deal with the Tree of Whispers, then by pushing Nico away when the man was upset. But Nico was stubborn (oh thank the Heavens he was stubborn) and refused to be pushed away. 

He was still here. Lorath still had him. 

He eyed Nico’s empty hand resting on his thigh. Lorath took a breath to steel himself and reached out, tracing his fingers lightly over the back of his hand. 

Come back to me?

Nico twitched at the contact and immediately turned his hand over, lacing his fingers with Lorath’s. He met Lorath’s eyes, alert now, brought out of whatever thoughts were haunting him. 

Lorath felt a tightening in his chest that, for once, had nothing to do with grief. Instead it filled him with warmth. 

I love you, he thought.

“I love you,” He said aloud. 

He would not make the same mistakes again.

Nico’s eyes softened and he smiled. The sight of it heartened Lorath more than anything else. 

“I love you too, Lorath.” He pulled their joined hands up and kissed Lorath’s knuckles, setting his heart galloping in his chest.

He was here. Lorath had not lost him yet. Not like Donan. Not like Neyrelle.

I will not let them have you. Not Lilith. Not Mephisto. He thought. I promise you. 

I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe.

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 i will take care of you when you forget to take care of yourself.  you can run wild with pairing :D but Angiris council would be fun :D

"Imperius."

The monotone voice didn't startle him, because the culmination of Heaven's bravery and strength couldn't be startled. Yet Imperius wasn't expecting the interruption, was in fact engrossed in calculating death-toll and the time it would take to recover their losses. He glanced over his wing to see the intruder, and didn't mind the presence; it was only Itherael.

Fate itself floated before him. For once, their scroll was nowhere to be seen.

Instead, they had what looked like an armor-maintenance kit in their hands. Strange; Itherael was usually not so interested in their own upkeep, but to be fair, their robes and armor was rarely in dissarray. Even now they gleamed in his office's soft light.

Not like Imperius, whose hide had been buffed out and rebuilt so many times it was basically a new set of armor every few years. Even now it was cracked and scuffed from their last (recently concluded) battle, and lacked the luster typically associated with Archangels. One of his gauntlets was completely missing even.

The only time Imperius was busier than planning a battle, was cleaning it up.

"Yes? What do you need Itherael?" Imperius turned to give them his full attention. It wasn't something he afforded many. "How fair your host? I had read their after-action reports, but if there's something that has been missed, do tell me."

"Have you a moment to yourself?" The other archangel floated closer to him. And completely glossed over his question.

Imperius really didn't... but he could make it so.

"I can." He offered. "And you know that." Despite himself, Imperius was not displeased to have Itherael pestering him for time. Even if he was a busy angel; they deserved his attention.

"Good." Itherael set their kit down on the desk, right on top of the scroll Imperius was reading.

"Ah-"

"My host is well." The other angel explained as they pulled out tongs and buffers, a torch and polish. "The rest of the Heavens are recovering. Everyone's needs are being seen to."

They lit the torch with a click of a striker, and peered down at Imperius.

"Except you."

"...I am well." Imperius tried to protest, after a stunned moment.

"You are dented." Itherael corrected. And their fingers were oh-so gentle when they traced the crimped metal of Imperius's helmet. He'd taken a hammer to the face; all things considered, he was feeling quite fine.

"I don't need-"

"You do." Fate itself silenced any protests. "Let me take care of it. Since you clearly will not." Even when their voice was as emotionless as ever, Imeprius could hear the fond exasperation. He couldn't help himself, and laughed. The disapproving trill from his partner was precious, as the crimp they'd begun smoothing out was juttered from their hands.

And if they disapproved harder when he kissed their hands, then that was just precious.

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Imperius/Rathma spooning

thats it

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Stars — Inarius & Lilith

I've been drawing this lately. The constellations are from the game, and the original image is in the last slide (yes, I drew it by following the original 😅).

Lilith in the game:“I'm gonna tear your wings apart. JPG”😡

No worries — in fanart, we can imagine a past where the two of them got along just fine. I hope the game will give us more related lore.😆😆

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Bad End RatMat where instead of Rathma teaching Malthael the inherent worth of life, Malthael convinces Rathma that Sanctuary is too far gone and mankind needs to be wiped out for the good of The Balance.

And then living as the last mortal in existence until Malthael figures out how to get rid of him too.

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will you let me make you smile? For RatMat and wild one with Itherael

Rathma genuinely considered the question.

"Um." He said after a moment. "I make no promises."

Malthael, who had clearly hoped for a different response, seemed to wilt a little.

"Thousands of years of suppressing any and all expression doesn't just... go away like that." Rathma tried to explain. When it registered that his voice had come out completely deadpan, he winced. It was the truth though; so much time and effort had gone into ensuring that no emotion would ever make it out of his heart.

Clearly pondering this dilemma, Malthael sidled closer, studied him intently. After a moment, his angelic partner brought both hands gentle to his cheeks. Ever-so-carefully, both thumbs pressed at the corners of Rathma's mouth, tugging upwards to make an awkwardly stretched grimace.

He couldn't help it; Rathma laughed at the effort.

"There now." Malthael purred, pleased with himself. "Not so hard was it?"

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Despite themself, Itherael was mildly intrigued by the notion.

"I do not have a mouth." They offered pleasantly. "And thus, cannot recreate such a mortal expression. But I would be amendable to your efforts, regardless."

With a hearty laugh, Lyndon took them by the arm.

"One needs not a mouth to smile, my friend!" The rogue assured them. "Only the willingness to indulge in a good time."

The logic did not check out to Itherael. And yet, they let themself be led along by the strange, interesting mortal. His arm was warm wrapped around theirs, and they found that the simple physical interaction was enough to lighten their resonance. Fascinating.

"Very well then." they agreed. "Show me your 'good time', mortal."

Lyndon's smile was all teeth and charm.

"I thought you'd never ask!"

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(Gonna be so honest I forgot I'd reblogged that prompt and spent a good few minutes trying to puzzle out what this was supposed to mean lmao)

Hope you liked a bit of implied Lyndon/Itherael! I'm not sure where that came from either lmao

And RatMat are repressed nerds as usual.

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🐝  *  ―  𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑭𝑭𝒀 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  i will always be by your side.  ❜ ❛  i will always find my way back to you.  ❜ ❛  i will always make room for you.  ❜ ❛  i will be gentle with your heart.  ❜ ❛  i will be here when you wake up.  ❜ ❛  i will bring you flowers just because they reminded me of you.  ❜ ❛  i will choose you on the easy days and the hard ones.  ❜ ❛  i will keep your secrets safe.  ❜ ❛  i will keep you safe, as best as i can.  ❜ ❛  i will keep you warm.  ❜ ❛  i will listen, even if you need to say it a hundred times.  ❜ ❛  i will make the scary things feel smaller.  ❜ ❛  i will remind you every day that you are loved.  ❜ ❛  i will stay with you when you need me.  ❜ ❛  i will take care of you when you forget to take care of yourself.  ❜ ❛  will you be mine, even just for today?  ❜ ❛  will you come closer?  ❜ ❛  will you let me be your safe place?  ❜ ❛  will you let me make you smile?  ❜ ❛  will you stay a little longer?  ❜ ❛  will you stay close to me?  ❜ ❛  will you stay for breakfast?  ❜ ❛  will you tell me about your day?  ❜ ❛  will you wait for me?  ❜ ❛  will you walk with me for a while?  ❜ ❛  you will always be enough for me.  ❜ ❛  you will always be in my heart.  ❜ ❛  you will always be someone i want beside me.  ❜ ❛  you will always be worth waiting for.  ❜ ❛  you will always have a home in me.  ❜ ❛  you will always look beautiful to me.  ❜ ❛  you will be my number one priority.  ❜ ❛  you will be safe with me.  ❜ ❛  you will be the first person i want to tell.  ❜ ❛  you will be the reason i feel loved.  ❜ ❛  you will have all of me, even the soft and silly parts.  ❜ ❛  you will never be alone while i'm here.  ❜ ❛  you will never be too much for me.  ❜ ❛  you will never have to pretend with me.  ❜ ❛  you will never have to wonder whether i care.  ❜

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Maybe Lorath actually wasn't in Vessel because the sheer old man rizz between him and Eru would've broken the Nahantu and the players.

MAN YEAH IT WOULD HAVE IMPLODED US OLD MAN FUCKERS™

Please picture Nico between them like this:

Honestly, I really hope Eru comes back. He survived the end of VoH. There's a little story he tells us about Tatha, the spiritborn who takes the hand of a lonely death spirit. In bonding with the spirit, he saves his village, but it means he can never return home.

It was both a parallel for us (bonding with Lilith), for Neyrelle (Mephisto's soulstone), but it also foreshadowes Eru's betrayal. He made a deal with Mephisto to spare Nahantu. Maybe he too can never return home, since he helped Mephisto escape and even sacrificed Akarat for it.

I would love to see Eru return in some form. Especially if he survives (dying for redemption is so boring, I want to see living with the consequences and dealing with the decisions you made).

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ah beans, gotta replay D3 now

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Put together a weird demon and a weird angel and of course you get a weird son.

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Throroughly beaten up and weak , but sane Inarius show Up on Rats and Mals door :) what happen next?

Hmmm interesting premise. This would depend on a few things.

This got kinda long lol. AU speculation below.

Good odds Inarius dies immediately. Rathma has very complicated feelings about his father, and so does Malthael for that matter. Both of them skew towards 'fuck this guy', and unless Rathma is having a very good day and can convince Malthael that not killing him has more merit than killing him.... well, Reapers gonna Reap.

Inarius might even thank him for it at this point.

But if Malthael doesn't instantly behead him for his crimes, and Rathma doesn't just teleport them both away... Well, they're still probably not going to help him. And Inarius wouldn't exactly want their help anyway.

Inarius hates Malthael almost as much as Malthael hates him.

Remember, Malthael is the head of the war-effort in Heaven. He more or less embodies the very reason Inarius fled and took up Lilith's offer in the first place. Inarius stole Malthael's most favoritest shiniest big rock, which Tyrael then broke. Malthael let Mephisto have Inarius, Inarius betrayed Heaven. These two have a grudge that spans Pandemonium.

Rathma would be stuck in the horridly unfair position of playing arbiter between these two. He might just walk away and let them fight it out.

This would also hinge on why exactly Inarius has had the tar kicked outta him. Did something on Sanctuary beat him within an inch of his life? Is it a threat that Rat&Mat have to deal with now? Or did he just accidentally get into another scrap with the Infernal Butcher and panic-telly to the closest safe-spot?

If it is a threat worthy of RatMat intervention, then the two of them will go deal with that, and hope that the Inarius shaped problem on their porch solves itself by the time they're done. Live or die, they don't care , just go the fuck away.

Now; which Inarius is this? Cantankerous? Not a Religion? Canon?

Cantankerous Inarius has the best odds here, as he had the best relationship with his son-thing. CantankerRat is more willing to speak on his behalf, even if he's still not super thrilled to see him. (This is the same Inarius from Dropping In lol. So this might just be a trend of his, teleporting in unannounced to bleed all over his family's carpet. Begs the question why he's here and not at Lilith's cabin tho...)

Not a Religion would most likely just get up, flip Malthael the bird, and walk it off. He's basically a roach at this point. Indestructible (and in so much pain Duriel's jealous.) (Also yes, there is RatMat happening somewhere in Not a Religion. I have just decided.) NaR Rathma is mostly neutral on the subject of his father. Doesn't like him, but he can admit that the angel's crusade across Sanctuary has been weirdly helpful to the planet, if overly violent. Let him live, let him die, but he's not offering any kind of asylum. ...And now that I think about it, Inarius did quite literally fall onto his son's doorstep while half-dead in chapter 16/17. He limped away to go have a mental break in the mines, rather than deal with the fact that he was in proximity to a ruined nephalem city.

D4-Canon Inarius is dead on arrival. Not enough goodwill with Rathma to save him.

Bonus: Tyrael Gets Fired Inarius can't show up on RatMat's doorstep without accidentally bouncing into another dimension, bcuz he murdered Malthael already. And is also probably dead by this point. No RatMat here.

Now, if, for some plot-twisting reasons, Inarius shows up, and Rathma convinces Malthael not only to spare him, but they both decide to help him...well that's going to be one awkward ass household for the next 24 hours or so. It might just consist of Malthael staring Inarius down while he slowly regens, and Rathma locking himself in the study so that he doesn't have to deal with all that. It might turn into a very loud, very annoying argument for those 24 hours. In all honestly it'd probably do Malthael and Inarius both some good to air out all their grievances with one another. Get some kind of closure on all that. Bad odds they actually listen to one another at all here.

And if Rathma decides he's in the mood to argue with his father...well, he's honestly levelheaded and lowkey enough not to raise the roof, but I still doubt that he or Inarius would be able to get through to one another. They've already spent centuries arguing, why should anything have changed? Rathma is just tired of his father. He's spent all the effort he reasonably can on that relationship, and Inarius burned it anyway.

Inarius and Malthael I think would be more willing to argue with one another, Rathma has decided it's not worth it.