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Ok so, I saw someone wearing crocs today and I got cursed flash backs to our discussion about dias croc wall, and I think we need to share this with the general public

Oh dear. The time has come. Please fasten your seatbelts because this is going to be one hell of a ride.

Well ladies, gentlemen, and everyone else in between.

Today is the day you all learn about:

Lord Diavolo and his obsession with croc shoes.

Warning: You may laugh hysterically. I couldn't keep it together writing this.

I'd like to begin by saying this all came about because of this picture right here, created by the lovely @nia23. Thank you for the pain and laughter this has caused me.

Let us begin, shall we?

This began with the pink crocs. A fitting choice for the prince of Devildom.

However, this is not the only pair of crocs he would own. Oh no. He owns a whole wall.

To make things more fun. Lord Diavolo also has the little croc charms. There is no doubt in my mind that he also owns one of the Lucifer on a unicorn emote.

As a Prince, and one with possible unlimited finances, there's a very high chance he has multiple drawers full of those little charms.

He also wears his crocs everywhere, opting for them over normal shoes.

You think he doesn't have a pair for every occasion? Wrong.

He wears them to meetings with the elders, flaunting his disastrous shoes by putting his feet on the table and explaining each and every charm to them.

Yes, he wears them in his demon form too.

Now let's get into the fun stuff.

Upon Lucifer's fall with his brothers, Lord Diavolo strolled up in his neon green crocs. Absolutely impossible to miss.

Too embarrassed to tell the truth, Diavolo tells everyone that Lucifer's first words in Devildom were about the soil, while they were in fact "what in the fuck are those?" as he pointed to the prince's feet.

The first outfit that the prince gave Lucifer upon his time in Devildom, included his very own pair of crocs.

Turning to Barbatos, he uttered the words "how far into the depths of hell have I fallen?"

A sigh, and a disappointed look from the butler, as he replied "too far." Lucky Barbatos was able to hand him a normal pair of shoes.

Unfortunately not everyone had been as lucky as the eldest. Lucifer's brothers also got their first pair of crocs.

Asmodeus was hit with it the worst. Crying not only because of his fall, but because he now thought he would have to wear crocs for all eternity. Lucifer eventually got him normal shoes.

Diavolo tried to cheer him up by gifting the newly fallen angel with yet another pair of crocs. This time they came with Asmo's name, spelled out in charms. Asmo locked himself in his room for a week, crying, and unsuccessfully attempting to burn the fire-resistant shoe.

The prince still sends him more charms in attempt to please him. It doesn't work.

They now all have multiple sets, in varying colors. None of which are worn. Or seen. Ever.

Though, Lucifer once had to wear his out in public with the prince. He cried that night when he returned to his room, shameful that he ever had to be seen in them.

Barbatos once tried to rid the prince of his horrific shoes. He now has to count every pair each morning and night to reassure the young lord that not a single shoe is missing. They now haunt his dreams. Literally.

He has even checked every timeline, but they're all the same. Every. Single. One.

The young lord actually found them in a human magazine. Barbatos ordered them as a joke to show him how unflattering they were. Now they have cursed him.

This is now the inside of Lord Diavolo's closet, and everyone has to see it when they come to Devildom. No, you don't have a choice. His racks are also gold, just in case you were wondering.

My work here is complete. I hope you enjoyed. You may unfasten your seatbelts and watch your step as you exit.

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Balbo Licekins (ship name)

Allowing me and my pookie to play two old buff men in our campaign was a mistake our DM shan't forget.

Had a twenty-minute "totally-not-an-argument" with my mother yesterday over the royal family.

In the end, she concluded that I "probably hadn't researched the monarchy enough" and that my belief that "the French had the right idea" is a product of "unwarranted cynicism."

Meanwhile, my friend just texted me in floods of tears, letting me know the appointment she waited over a year for, for nerve ablation, was just canceled because of the royal funeral.

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TRIGGER WARNING!!!! SA, Depression, self injurious behavior, suicidal tendencies

The hardest part of living with sexual assault is having to continue living. Countless weeks I've spent, fake smiles, pretending everything was normal while I crumbled inside. I've spent every waking moment haunted, feeling unclean, because of the actions a man took once he decided that I owed him my body.

I thought it got easier. It did for a few months. And now I'm back at the campus where it happened. My heart aches everytime I step foot on the sidewalk. I avert my eyes from 2 buildings, where two different men took something that wasnt theirs, something I didnt give them. Their selfish actions did this.

Sometimes all I want to do is scream. I want to scream in the middle of campus what unspeakable things these men have done to me. What they have done to others. Instead I bite my tongue, and duck my head as I continue to walk to class.

The only safe haven on campus is my professor's offices. I've spent many hours sobbing there, receiving advice on work and studying. Now I sob the for a different reason. And now my professors gently gesture for me to enter their office, offering words of comfort and support.

One had a story very similar to mine. On the same campus she was raped, 19, a virgin. I was 18 and 19. She is my hope for the future, my hope that it gets better, my hope for a PhD, because she did it.

I feel sick, everytime I look at something that reminds me of them. I cant be in red lighting. I cant play certain games. I cant hold my boyfriend because I'm afraid of his hands, so gentle and kind, because of the cruel hands of another.

I feel a lot of things. Anger, at them for believing they had the right to do this, and at the world for letting this happen. Angry for trusting them. Angry at them for using me as a plaything, disregarding my humanity. Sorrow for the loss of my innocence, and for all the pieces of myself I lost.

Sometimes I feel like I'm shards of myself stuck in my old body. In reality, I should be fragmented, broken, but instead I stand, eyes down, hiding my broken pieces, and posing as someone who isn't hurting.

I want to say this because it happened to me. I want to say this because it's real. I want to say this because it can happen to others. I'm sick of staying quiet and allowing my rapists to ultimately win as I break down and get swept away by the wind. I am more than a statistic. No means no. Being pushed, pressured, or coerced into saying yes means no. Being inebriated means no.

Please stay safe. Always travel in groups. Let your friends know where you are at and with whom.