Though you might be forced to leave the Devildom, it will always be there. It will remain even if you can never go back. It existed long before you became an exchange student, and it will exist for long after.
It exists in the photos you've taken. Selfies, polaroids, and printed photographs. Screenshotted conversations and video recordings. In paintings and doodles and sketches. In journals and notes that are safely tucked away.
It exists in the days, months, and years' worth of memories you've accumulated. The time you've spent with its denizens and the hard work you struggled to accomplish won't just disappear. You built so many friendships. You filled so many attendance cards simply by gracing everyone with your presence. Worked so many jobs, learned so many new things, became so much stronger than when you first arrived.
It made you smile. It made you laugh. You can picture it in your dreams. It's part of the tears you shed, the anger you felt, and the silly jokes you put up with. Real emotions from a real world that changed you.
You may drift apart from the Devildom. At times you might even forget it exists. It's okay. It will come back when you least expect it. You'll experience so many new things, but none of them will overwrite the time you've spent with those who care for you.
You'll see them everywhere. You'll catch a glimpse of them in everyday objects, in snacks and books and money and more. You'll hear them in the wind on a typical evening when the sun is setting and the sky is a myriad of beautiful colors. In much the same way, they'll see glimpses of you on the roads you walked together every day, in the stores and parks you frequented. In the classroom window and in every doorway of the house. They'll see you in their dreams, too.
It's normal for humans to be in the human world. To be away from the supernatural and ignorant of what goes on outside of this realm. That's the natural order of things. That doesn't mean the Devildom is not there anymore. That doesn't mean they're all gone. It will always exist and you will carry its pieces with you forever.
“I had a room to myself as a kid, but my mother was always quick to point out that it wasn’t my room, it was her room and I was merely permitted to occupy it. Her point, of course, was that my parents had earned everything and I was merely borrowing the space, and while this is technically true I cannot help but marvel at the singular damage of this dark idea: That my existence as a child was a kind of debt and nothing, no matter how small, was mine. That no space was truly private; anything of mine could be forfeited at someone else’s whim.”
― Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House
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✨ Simeon x (fem) Reader - Crashing Brilliant Lights 🫂
Goal: 500
Word Count: 511
No warnings ÙwÚ Please enjoy everyone. I'm madly in love with Simeon ngl
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He knows he's not supposed to fall in love with her. That doing so was a sin in itself and against the rules of his Lord but the more time Simeon spends with her, the easier it seems to be to forget about his angel duties.
There was a time where Simeon couldn't care about anything more than his job, than helping souls repent and then taking care of Luke and while he still cares about those things very much so, he couldn't get her out of his mind.
He remembers the first time they spoke, the first time they held hands, the first time his lips brushed against hers in the most mind numbing kiss and he knows she's damning him, leading him right to the gates of Hell herself and yet, he wants to follow, wants to go with her.
They've talked about it many times now, what would happen to him now that he was happier breaking rules, happier living in the freedom he's always craved to have and Simeon can't seem to shake off these feelings for her, his undying love like he'd kneel down and offer himself as a sacrifice in her name.
He loves her, and it's really such a crazy thing. How he's dealt with so many humans before just for this one in particular to have power enough to flip the world that he thought he knew completely upside down. Simeon can't help but think of all the things he'd happily do for her.
He would kneel, he would praise her, he would even cut off his wings and give them up himself for her if he had to and while that was a scary thought …she also knew she'd be by his side through it all, like she always has.
He's come to the conclusion long ago, long before this moment, that he'd fall but never had he assumed it would be because of a human, much less so one as… kind and gentle as her.
He watches as she rests in his arms while he has these thoughts, the room quiet except for her tiny snores and the full moon peers through a crack in her window curtains. He watches as the ray of light runs over her face, her smooth cheeks that he loved to hold, her soft lips that he loved to kiss, those eyes that he loved staring into so much even while she slept.
He knows he shouldn't but Simeon is obsessed with her, in love with her and sometimes it felt so strong that it hurt. Sometimes he wanted nothing more in this world than to have her in his arms and curled up against his chest so in moments like these he couldn't help but be grateful even though he was sure he was being judged. Even though he was sure that one day he'd find himself at the gates of Hell because of her, he couldn't care less as long as she continued to stay by his side.
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people are calling what happened today in gaza “the flour massacre”
the flour massacre
these people just wanted to get food for their families, something as basic as flour, one of the things that the very core of humanity is built on, and israel used it as a trap to murder them in cold blood
evil is not enough of a word. there is not a word to describe what they are doing to palestine. they are bleeding her out, they are torturing her and crushing her and hoping that nothing is left to remember her by when they are done. how can anyone stand and watch what is being done with indifference? how can you watch this level of human suffering, this crime against life and feel nothing, do nothing
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"A submarine has gone missing" : Oh jeeze, I hope they find those people.
"A submarine visiting the wreck of the titanic has gone missing" : Well, that's a little ghoulish but I can't blame folks for a morbid curiosity, especially at a monument to white man's hubris.
"An experimental cobbled together submarine visiting the wreck of the titanic has gone missing" : Well at this point y'all were just taking your lives into your own hands and also how is 'slapped together submarine' a legal thing that's real.
"An experimental cobbled together submarine full of the absurdly wealthy visiting the wreck of the titanic has gone missing" : Okay now this just feels a little too on point someone has to be joking with me.
ao3 needs a “notify me when this is finished” button. different from subscribing. i don’t have the patience for single chapter updates but what i DO have is object impermanence. i want to forget this fic exists and weeks later get hit with an email notification and ignore everything around me to immediately read 50k in one sitting
D&D warlock who’s literally just Fortunato from “The Cask of Amontillado”, having survived his immurement by making a deal with something in the dark, and the costume he was wearing the night he “died” has become the sign of his pact, so basically you’re playing as a depressed, alcoholic jester who sometimes has to run errands for He Who Waits Behind the Walls.