#╰☆☆ mistress of magic | visage ☆☆╮

[duskoon]

Yandere!AlterEgo!Ashiya Dōman Short Blurb: Tw: Gn!reader, Yandere themes, Obsessive/Posessive behaviors, Manipulation, Desecration of the dead, Invasion of Privacy, Sadism, Implied one-sided infidelity, Caster of Limbo/Dōman is a warning himself. Taglist: @bluemoondust, since you liked my last ramble regarding my take on fate. Here is a blurb for one of my personal favorite servants in the game. He is so petty, yet such a multilayered character. I will probably write a hc’s for him soon after my other request.

⛦ Yandere!Ashiya Dōman who for some odd reason took a sudden interest on you. There’s something familiar and appealing about you, that he couldn’t put his fingers around it. Something that makes his spiritual core aches and coil at the sight of you.

An incessant need—an obsession, hunger, and a curse if you will— to know more about you, akin to that of a begruding spirit that refuses to move on until it satiate it’s vindication.

⛦ Yandere!Ashiya Dōman who drives you away from Chaldea in hopes of getting you alone. Using every trick and scheme in his book to lure you to him, like a pied piper. Instead of a magical pipe, it was a shikigami conjured in the image of your deceased loved ones.

⛦ Yandere!Ashiya Dōman who adores and drinks upon every expression that comes out of your visage like the finest of sake. The joy that adorns your face after saving a soul at death’s doorsteps, and the sheen of sweat as you pull through the toughest of battles with your servant alongside Mash and Fujimaru.

Yet, the most worth ravishing of all was the pain etching on the contour of your face and bleak eyes; As your world slowly fall asunder by his hands—be it directly or indirectly. It brings him the zenith of elation.

⛦ Yandere!Ashiya Dōman who can’t help himself but hijacks visit you in your dreams. The humble priest, as he calls himself, is far too curious about your inner workings. He wants to pick you apart piece by piece, like jigsaw.

To see the side that you fiercely hide away from the world, the most intimate and shameful part of you. Your own secret garden. His sharp green talons softly caressing your cheeks, as he observe you sleeping. Careless, to the beast’s in a man skin wandering freely in your mind.

Oh. How he wishes to sully you. To witness you become the thing that you have sworn to defeat. To see one of humanity’s saviors fall down to the depths of limbo. Where he awaits and welcomes them within his coldest embrace.

⛦ Yandere!Ashiya Dōman who is cackling vehemently; Going through your memories seething in green, as he sees an image of him of all people here.. Ha. Even in death, his most hated rival still mocks him. Yet… Why! Why! Why was he here?! You were supposed to be his and his alone for the taking.

His eyes grows darker like a sea of an endless abyss, while his smiles expands in madness showing the sharp fangs that laid beneath his faux friendly smile.

⛦ Yandere!Ashiya Dōman who tries to rewrite your memories. To erase him and your allies from the necropolis of your mind, yet failing miserably. Your soul, mind, and heart was protected heavily by him that much he can infer. But… why?

⛦ Yandere!Ashiya Dōman who finally recognize for who you are, or rather were and why he latched onto you. It makes sense, now. Your essence were that of the beloved wife of Seimei. Ahh.. Fate.. What a cruel mistress, yet she brought you to him once again.

This time, however, he won’t fumble like he once did. You'll be his like you were meant to be, especially now that damned adversary of his is gone for good. Ahh.. You'll be singing his name like a mantra, even if he has to get persuasive and pacify you like he did back then.

“𝑵𝒏𝒏𝒏𝒏𝒏.. 𝑵𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆.. ���𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆.. 𝑱���𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆.. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒌’𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕..”

Footnotes:

• You could say a shikigami is the Japanese equivalent of a familiar, but that's my interpretation.

• The rival refers to Abe-no-Seimei, who bested him multidudes of times in onmyōdō. Which—oversimplification— caused Dōman to be exiled from the capital (Heian-kyō), hence the hatred.

• Secret garden: are essentially the person’s heart and desires. Usually—within Fate CCC— it is uncovered by others. In the case between a servant and their master, it’s purpose usually is to strengthen their bonds.

• Seeing how manipulative Dōman is, he would probably find a way through his darling’s garden. Which, ngl, is terrifying even more so if he wasn't contracted with his darling (not in a servant-master relationship with his darling, meaning he could not be restrained with command seals).

[optiwashere]

52 Orin and Minthara?👉👈

Since you didn't include the touch type, I'm picking one because that's what I wanted to write. Thanks for sending in the request, anon 💜

You can send in one of these prompts + a ship/platonic pairing and I'll write a li'l ficlet!

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Touching 52 (gripping thigh)~ CW for smut with some blood, sensory deprivation, rope, and dom/sub fun times.

The rope bit into Minthara's wrists and ankles. Try as she might, she could go nowhere. Strapped to a simple chair in the shadows of the Bhaalist's bedchamber, magical darkness swallowed her in a black cloud she couldn't hope to see through with darkvision.

Minthara could still feel the claws on her ankles. She could still hear the cackling and cracking noises of Orin slithering up between her legs.

Bristly hair appeared directly before her. Milky eyes stared into hers, a grin in black-and-white conjured on Orin's visage.

"Bend for me, can you?" Orin whispered, running her tongue from Minthara's clavicle to her throat. She sucked against her jaw. Between peppers of teeth and tongue, she asked, "Will you break for me?"

Her fingers dug into Minthara's thighs. She gripped all of her muscle with full hands that seemed to expand ever wider with the power of a changeling behind them. She clutched and stabbed, nails now knives as they ribboned her skin open into bleeding scars.

"Say something, quiet web spinner." Orin pouted.

"What would you have me say, mistress?"

"Speak whatever crawls from your tongue. Spread your lashing-words like I spread you," Orin breathed, her fingers pulling free from bleeding thigh to push between Minthara's legs. "Soaked and succulent."

Her thumb padded Minthara's clit roughly, pushing and swiping harsh patterns on the pulsing nerves.

"Touch me, mistress," Minthara managed.

Orin tutted loudly. Her middle finger searched through Minthara's core, digging deep into her bones to her gut. It curled up, beckoning for her and turning Minthara into a whimpering mess.

She tutted again. "Not enough, I'm afraid. Lick your words onto me with the lust I feel."

Minthara panted hard, her thigh bleeding profusely while Orin prodded her. Worked her deep to her soul. Tore her limb from limb with a touch of her cunt.

She tried to see anything other than Orin's face, glancing either way in the room. There was nothing but darkness. Nothing but the ropes binding her hands and ankles to the chair.

The hand between her legs and the nails in her skin.

[zorkaya-moved]

child of god, the moon blesses you with its grace despite your wanders in the dark. when your pristine appearance is soiled by the scarlet droplets of blood, the taint colors your nails and lips in that bloody red. and whenever you look around, the ichor in your eyes is obvious, oh so obvious, to show others of your unearthly visage. so enter the stage, child of god, make northern lights your dress and stars your earrings. let your voice become the death's lullaby as you've sang to the devil in his quarters, and let your magic engulf the city in glaciers and ice. become the mistress of the night akin to how your mother's a daughter of the night, embrace your calling for the frigid light.

— prophecies of the frigid moon.

[hyperazraphael]

Mistress 9 is one of the reasons why I feel season 3 has some strongly... Lovecraftian vibes?

Wait wait! Hear me out!

Who is she? We don't know. WHAT is she? Some sort of... interdimensional alien entity that feeds on human souls? They're never exactly explained so we don't know precisely what they are. This is what she looks like now, sexy big titty goth girlfriend, but what does she actually look like?

This fuckin' thing. And we don't even know if that's her actual form or if it's some sort of in-between form between what she really looks like and what form she took while possessing Hotaru. Oh yeah, what does she do? Possesses a damn child, keeping her alive after her body has perished long enough for her to get cyborged, living secretly in her mind while using her as a vessel. She then takes nearly complete control over her body before literally SHREDDING IT APART to escape.

She also makes this face which will live on in my nightmares FOREVER -

What does she want? To summon her master Pharoah 90 from the Tau Star System. Who the FUCK is Pharoah 90? Well he's... Um...

This thing? Yeah IDK either. Is Pharaoh 90 that... Swirly eyeball thing? Or is he... goo? Is he a planet? Or does human consciousness... simply not have a way to perceive his true form? 🤔

We know that these two and the rest of their race, the Daimons, are inhabitants of the dying Tau Nebula. This is personal conjecture but since I was a wee lad I have always held the firm opinion that the Tau Star System is not just another literal star system out in space as we know it but another dimension altogether. The Tau Nebula is never described using the traditional wording we use for distance and space. It is always "through a door" or something similar.

The Daimons possess humans, animals, and even objects, turning them into either humanoid creatures -

or horrifying monstrosities that can drive even the sanest man into the darkest depths of insanity -

Yes it's still Sailor Moon we're talking about here. We are not getting through a conversation about Season 3 without at least mentioned the horror that is sexy elephant vacuum woman. What do you want from me?

So, the Daimons who use a strange combination of super-advanced technology and occult magic have insidiously crept into our world and are twisting the fabric of space and time itself to create an Omega Zone to bring forth their completely inhuman master that has a very indescribable form, a form that is more of an "entity" than a creature in the way we would know it. This is so it can devour and merge with our entire planet. They twist and corrupt the minds of humans and they disguise themselves as part of us, building a cult of the brightest of the bright to devour their souls and inhabit their bodies.

Mistress 9 herself is very similar in motivation to Nyarlathotep from the Lovecraft mythos. She desires to bring her master, creator, father from his world into ours. This will likely either destroy our world entirely, or leave it a planet of death and madness. She changes form multiple times to do this, preying on the weak and using what other people want her to be. She manipulates the purest of heart and the most insane of evil geniuses and she is only stopped because the body that she possessed when crossing into our world just accidentally also happened to have THE GODDESS OF DEATH sleeping in it like the ABSOLUTE 👏 QUEEN 👏 SHE 👏 IS. 🪐

And ultimately, we know that Pharaoh 90 is a piece of Chaos, the faceless "ultimate evil" of the Sailor Moon universe, the source of all evil and destruction in existence which we never see in anything but the visages of its horrifying avatars, a monstrous energy entity that emerged from an actual sunspot, a human man born with nothing but evil in his soul and the dark powers to back it up whose malice and cruelty allowed his dead spirit to possess an ENTIRE planet, Pharaoh 90, and the queen of the "dark side" of the moon from the nightmares on the other side of the mirror.

Does that entire plotline not SCREAM Cosmic Horror? Now, I in no way think Naoko Takeuchi was perusing Lovecraft on the weekend but (and this might come as a terrible shocker to some people) Lovecraft is not the only writer capable of conceiving the concepts that make cosmic horror so intense and fascinating to the human experience. Maybe she did get some inspiration from him, maybe she didn't. I don't know her personally and I don't think she's ever commented on it. But either way, she created some incredibly unique villains that capture all of the staples of Lovecraft's mythos better than he ever did.

This has been my essay on why Sailor Moon is actually a Cosmic Horror anime and nobody has the balls to admit it. 🍸🧐

[thecursedhellblazer]

Every Shade between Darkness and Light

{ @adventurepunks }

[Icon Maker]

[zztophat]

[blossomingbellflower]

🏹 The way the bees engaged with Sora was fascinating in its own right. With every question, they either continued to look baffled or pointed towards the orb. It seemed that nothing was going to come of asking them anything, as expected. Still, there had been no harm in exploring the option now was there?

Sora's question, however, appeared to have elicited a different response. Kikyou tilted her head, her frown deepening as she observed the strange flight motion. It was evident that it was trying to show them something..but it admittedly left her perplexed. Was it a symbol? It was possible. Kikyou attempted to rack her brain, sifting through wisdom and knowledge passed onto her. Had she ever encountered such a loop?

Before she could ponder further, additional movement drew her attention. Given the auras, she knew who it was. What she had not anticipated was him revealing himself so soon and what's more, in a form she did not recognize.

This was Kikyou's first time laying eyes upon his canine form. Needless to say, her expression wasn't as controlled as she would have liked it to be.

'Naturally..his true demon form would be impressive..' It certainly did not disappoint.

Kikyou admittedly held some admiration for this visage of the demon, as she momentarily peered at him from the corner of her eyes.. She had seen many demons in her time but none quite like this. As terrifying as his appearance can look, Kikyou's softness for the canine persuasion downplayed that aspect just a little bit.. He was a handsome demon dog.

'Is that how it is?'

"Sora, this is Jaken. He provides invaluable assistance and companionship for this fluffy dog. Do mind your distance with the latter. Unfortunately, he is not too fond of others and in general, would rather not be touched.", Kikyou briefly and quickly introduced. It was not a lie.

Kikyou was intuitive and quick witted enough to understand the reasoning behind the light nuzzle. Sora did not need additional stress of a powerful daiyokai showing up--intimidating him more in that humanoid appearance than his current one.

To play the part of a doting mistress, Kikyou lifted a hand and briefly rested it on the muzzle in a reciprocated gesture of affection. Of course the exception to not being touched would be her. It did not linger long, as she was cognizant enough that these antics displeased the demon. And as entertaining as it was--there were more pressing matters at hand.

'So soft...'

That and Kikyou was not cruel, insensitive or an idiot.

"There is nothing to pardon as I were not expecting either of you--but I am thankful for your presences regardless.", she responded in turn, her gaze once more returning to the erratic behavior of the bees. Until once again, her contemplation was interrupted.

Turning away from the bee, she bent down to peer in the map. It was indeed the same shape and what he had noted was true. It was just unfortunate that their village was at the very heart of this unique pattern. "I see..What I would like to know is why this particular pattern? It has meaning..I do not recall ever seeing it in any documents that I have read.."

Straightening, Kikyou released a quiet sigh before her eyes landed upon the golden orb. "Let us be rid of these bees. I do not think they have anything else to show us..as they are simply puppets."

Once all the bees were successfully dispatched and the grounds skimmed for any notes, Kikyou returned to Sora's side.

"Sora..I know this orb has value to you. But be that as it may, I would not be asking if I did not believe it would be worth pursing." Kikyou paused momentarily before continuing." May I hold the orb myself? There is energy radiating off of it that I would like to examine.. in addition to the etchings." If anything were to transpire when it was within her grasp, Kikyou would keep it contained. It was not her first magical and dangerous object nor would it be her last.

"I am not taking it--but simply going to examine and try something. It may prove fruitful, it may not." But it was the only lead they had thus far in this village.

Ever patient, Kikyou waited for Sora to willingly hand the object over.

Sora almost asked about where and why she’d encountered them before, but since she didn’t offer any elaboration, he somehow had the feel that it was taboo to ask about it so he kept the curiosities to himself. He too had withheld some information out of wariness, so it wasn’t like he had any high ground here.

As she surmised, he didn’t find anything, but it was still worth a shot. Sometimes, even if unlikely, one should check for themselves if only for that peace of mind that comes as a result. His descent from the tree was cosmically time for when the Demon bees would make their ominous return. Sora had a rising suspicion that the spell could sense that he had been in the forest with the golden sphere and therefore activated itself. Maybe he was thinking too much about it.

The thought that breaking the orb could possibly have a catastrophic effect weighed heavily on his heart, but it also made him feel a further sinking sense of despair as he didn’t know how else the village was to continue living in this way. Would they have to leave their homes in search of new land to claim as their own? What if the bees continue to chase after them? They couldn’t possibly hold out for much longer. It was only a matter of time before they died out from the continued attacks or the stress.

At the arrival of the flying bastards, Kikyo situated herself in front of the young boy protectively and he felt safe. Seeing her summoning shikigami made him feel more confident in her abilities, so surely she’d be able to see the end of this dangerous and sick joke life was playing on the poor village.

“O-okay.” He holds the golden orb up high for the Saimyosho to see it. “Show us who is responsible for you being here!”

The bees looked at each other and then back at Sora. One moves closer slowly and with one of it’s legs, pointed to the golden orb. “Who summoned you here?” He asks next, and the bees didn’t make a reaction other than looking at each other again, as if one of them would have the answer. They were simply summoned from the trees, and so they didn’t have any real sense of purpose or understanding. The same bee had motioned to the golden orb again as an answer. “Where do you go when you leave?” The bees didn’t have an answer to that either. They explode into paper. The paper would then be subject to the elements and get wasted away.

“Why were you attacking my village? Someone brought you here to do something.” Sora asks a question of his own. What were the Saimyosho doing in this forest and why were they tasked to attack the village? The one who had been answering him to this point starts flying in a distinct pattern. They wouldn’t know it, but in the future when Arabic numbers get introduced to Japan, they would know the shape as the number ‘eight’. Ironic, given that the word for ‘eight’ and ‘bee’ sounded the same in Japanese. Coincidence? Surely not, but that wasn’t something anyone of this time would’ve known. Perhaps this would be a clue for a future case.

A shadow descends upon them and a gigantic canine stood beside the two humans. It would appear that Sesshomaru had given up on waiting idly by. The muzzle of the beast rubs against Kikyo’s cheek, acting the bare minimum of subservient. “Ahem, Mi’lady, pardon our tardiness. We’ve arrived to assist you.” Jaken jumps down from Sesshomaru’s back and offers a polite bow.

Sora looks at the beast and Kikyo in awe. She can summon shikigami AND commands a beast? Wow! If only the child knew the mortification the ‘beast’ felt in this moment. For the sake of the common goal, some sacrifices could be made. Jaken watched as the one bee was still flying in a pattern and could connect the dots to what he’d seen in a map from the information gathered from their sources. “Mi’lady, the bee seems to be following the shape of the attacks on human settlements. We’ve gathered intelligence and the attacks have been going in this order as seen on the map.” Jaken brings out a map from his sleeve and unfurls it. “This village is located here in the epicenter. If what the bee is showing us is correct, the path crosses this village twice.” That was the reason why this village was being attacked more than the others.

[mysteryprone]

sab tag dump!

°ˏˋ✧ SABRINA: IC.  /  teen witch of the year! ✧ˊˎ°

°ˏˋ✧ SABRINA: ABOUT.  /  magic drips from her fingertips. ✧ˊˎ°

°ˏˋ✧ SABRINA: HC.  /  mistress of witchcraft to beguile. ✧ˊˎ°

°ˏˋ✧ SABRINA: AES.  /  she spoke the language of the universe. ✧ˊˎ°

°ˏˋ✧ SABRINA: VISAGE.  /  spells falling off her tongue. ✧ˊˎ°

°ˏˋ✧ SABRINA: & HARVEY.  /  your smile outshines the sun. ✧ˊˎ°

°ˏˋ✧ SABRINA: & SALEM.  /  never saw one without the other. ✧ˊˎ°

°ˏˋ✧ SABRINA: & NOAH.  /  here i am ; just as strange as you. ✧ˊˎ°

°ˏˋ✧ SABRINA: & HARLEY.  /  monster saves monster. ✧ˊˎ°

°ˏˋ✧ SABRINA: 01.  /  chaos created with a wave of her hand. ✧ˊˎ°

°ˏˋ✧ SABRINA: 02.  /  nightmares lurking in your good intentions. ✧ˊˎ°

°ˏˋ✧ SABRINA: 03.  /  breathing poison into sweet dreams. ✧ˊˎ°

[friggmaiden]

tag drop !!

[works-of-magic]

Jess had to fight back laughter and Mistress held herself tall and proud, chin high as if presenting her visage with all the confidence of their old contest routines.

Magic getting frustrated only served to amuse them further, because there was always something satisfying in seeing a troublemaker be the subject of the trouble for once.

(Jess's Mismagius murmurs her strong suspicions in xir ear, and Jess asks quietly, "Do you want to tell them?")

Mistress shakes her head, amused. She wants to see how long it takes them to figure it out.

[pookacangetit]

Disney Song!Yuu [Halloween Edition: Pumpkins & Villainous Medleys]

It’s Halloween and Yuu has a treat in store for their audience at the Monstro Lounge. The trick? Yuu's singing the Disney Medley Villains' edition.

Also big thanks to the anon who brought me gifts in the form of It's Tough to Be a God and reminded me of the existence of Disney medleys :D

☆HAPPY HALLOWEEN☆

Masterlist

Yuu was performing for Monstro Lounge that night, extra cash to be earn with the influx of visitors on the island visiting NRC due to spooky season.

As a playback to their performance a few months ago, Yuu wore a black slinky dress with a slit in the middle, dark purple stilettos and a pair of lace gloves embroidered with roses. Their hair strung into a braid decorated with fake spiders and spiderwebs.

A dead mermaid haunting the sea, Yuu had described their outfit and appearance.

The mistress of Death disguised as a beautiful siren, Azul and many had boldly assumed in the beginning.

The ghostly background music started up as Yuu gently grabbed the mic. The students hadn't tensed up when they noted the lack of backup instruments and singers even though Yuu was the only one onstage. The outsiders who never seen Yuu singing though...

Poor unfortunate souls~

In pain, in need~

This one's longing to be thinner~

That one wants to get the girl~

And I do help them~

Yes indeed~

Ignoring the loud gasps from outsiders who didn't know the Ramshackle prefect knew the lost lyrics much less be able to sing them. The students tensed in their seats and waited for the magic to work, and it did.

From the low classic lights and giant aquarium of the Monstro Lounge, greyish smoke curled around the feet of the listeners like tentacles as the landscape slowly transformed itself into the dark caves hidden deep within the ocean, illuminated with a sheen of purple glow.

The air rippled and engulfed with a dense energy as though they were underwater, with bubbles forming midair and created twinkling lights when popped.

Those poor unfortunate souls~

So sad, so true~

They come flocking to my cauldron~

Crying spells, Ursula, please~

And I help them~

Yes, I do~

Yuu grinned as they sang the last verse, wearing an angelic-looking smile which highlighted the pinkish sheen on their lips and made them resemble a dark angel beneath gold-illuminated lights.

Jade leaned forward to whisper to Azul, "You're not going to faint because how similar Yuu looks to the Great Sea Witch, are you?"

Azul pushed him away flushing, "That was once, I'm not going to repeat that embarrassing incident-"

So PREPARE FOR THE CHANCE OF A LIFETIME~

Yuu smirked, hands stretched forward and pulled upwards as the smoke rose to the air with a green sheen. People started shrieking when they saw ghostly visages of green fire appearing and surrounding the room while the air turned thicker with a fog the colour of brimstone.

The ocean caves from before faded slightly from sight as the walls became jagged and rough at the edges.

Be prepared for a sensational news~

Jade destroyed the champagne glass he was cleaning, "This didn't happen the last time they performed that song."

"No, they're singing a completely different verse from before- what are they thinking?!" Azul frowned.

A chair cluttered noisily to the ground, drawing attention to the pirate-dressed Savanaclaw on the ground, "The- the great one's singing two great seven simultaneously?! Oh seven save me I need to get to the sacrificial pumpkins to appease them-"

Jade broke the second champagne glass he was holding, Azul's glasses cracked at the edges.

A shinning new era~

Is tip-toeing nearer~

(̷̨̛̘̦͕͕̬̽͗͗̈̀́͑̑̇̈̈́̅̾̀Ą̷̧̻̗̇͝ñ̶͙̐̏͆̋͌̇̅́͝͝d̷̨̼̜͎͙̪̝̲̗̘͔͇̹̺̎̾̍͜ ̷̧̨̢̠̺̮͚̥͚̓͋̅͊̈́̆͜͜͠ͅw̵̹͎̺͓̼̞̜̘̉̔ḥ̵̛̙̦͈͓̿̅̆̓̒́̏̄é̷̘̝̺̮̰̱̜̬̊͊̑̀̌̐̍̆́̄̅͆ͅ��r̵̦͉̗̫̙̄̄́̕ḛ̶̡͗̉̐͂̽̽̀̀̋͘͘ ̶̠̎̏̈́̈��̡̢̯̮̥͈͚͕̹ͅḑ̵̛͓̞̫̟͍̫̰̰̤̠̰͌̆̔̽͗̔̓̅̋̏͠ơ̴̧͍͇͉̙̜̝̫̝͛͋̉̍̌̀̇͋̕͝ ̸̻̲̣̣̻̠͓̩̜͈̖̥̑̈́̉͘w̵̧̛̗̼̯̯̞̘͇͓̓̊̀e̷̛͓͐̓͆̈̐̆͋͒̎̓͘͝ ̵̢̡̰̤̳͕̱̗͓́̈̏̀̿͋̈́̔͐̐̑̈́́͝f̸̢̨͓̣͔̗̹̈́͂̄̃́̓̔͛͘͜͠ͅë̷͎́̌̑̕ḁ̷̢͓̫͈̰̖͙̃̓t̶͎̤͆͛̑͑̆̔̍͐͗͛̀͜ͅṵ̶̢̧͖̼͖̰͙̟̦͔̪̂͂̅̓̒̈̈́͒͂͛̉͜͝ͅṟ̴͍͒̀̿̌͛̾̾͝e̷͇͉̖̫̙͎͔̾̿͂̌̀͌̒͝ͅ?̷̛̛̥̈̌̌̔̒̈̊̑͛̕)̵͖̏̀͂͜~

Just listen to the teacher~

If the Savanaclaw's words didn't inspired mass panic, the clearly disembodied voices filled with manic energy singing the verse which was booming across the lounge did.

People were stuck in their seats out of fear and awe as their surroundings were a dark mixture of smoky caverns and deep ocean caves irradiating emerald and purple lights blended together and centered on the impossibility onstage singing their heart out.

Azul felt his knees go weak, "T-two songs by the great seven combined?!"

I know it sounds sordid~

But you'll be rewarded~

When at last I am given my dues~

An injustice deliciously squared~

Be PREPARED~

Azul and the Leech twins were the only ones to see the light of mischief dancing in Yuu's eyes as everyone else panicked. Grinning, the prefect made a twirl with their arms outstretched to the sky, crooning the rest of the lyrics with a feral smile that sent shivers down the Octavinelle trio's backs.

Beata Maria~

You know I am a righteous man~

More screaming ensured as the room mutated into the catholic version of Hell with a burning volcanic landscape. Yuu was simply grinning as they did a little spin on the stage with their arms outstretched.

"ANOTHER LOST LYRIC??!"

"THE GREAT ONE IS MAD!!"

"SACRIFICE! SOMEONE GRAB THE SACRIFICIAL PUMPKINS PREPARED TO APPEASE THEM-"

Yuu: trick and treat!! (σ`∀´)σ

Azul: isn’t it supposed to be ‘trick or treat’?

Yuu: *preparing the Disney Villains Medley* I said what I said

[12pt-times-new-roman]

c3e39

"We didn't fucking cause this. We're his legacy." That entire speech from Ashton had big Caduceus vibes.

The necklace that Fearne found was one that Laudna's father gave to her mother on one of their anniversaries. He saved up for it, and got it with three stones to represent the three of them.

Laudna's name was Matilda Bradbury. She "kind of forgot who [she] was" after a while of running from town to town, and used to sing to herself.

oh god I had forgotten about Pate

Laudna's eldritch blast looks like the flame in her chest we saw in the dream realm. When she casts it, she feels what she's always felt — the magic coming from with in her, in her blood and bones, from the weave of arcana within herself. And she proceeds to bonk Ashton in the head with one of them.

"I was born with magic... that's why they [her parents] were so eager to push me out the door, to the castle."

Holy shit, that's one hell of a testament to Matt's character voices being distinct. The cast remembered Ollie's voice after months. The Green Seekers were sent by Shishadri to escort the Bells Hells to Eshteross' estate.

Chetney opens the letter from Eshteross to Shishadri against Orym's direct objection without hearing Orym out at all. I'm sure this will have no consequences in the future

The letter speaks on a couple of his last jobs as a mercenary, recalling the work he's done for her and the good will they have. At the very bottom, it states information about what the Hells are doing, what they've discovered, elements of the Grim Verity and the dangers of the solstice, and essentially says to stay out of their way.

Laudna casts mending on the wax seal Chetney broke. Marisha Ray has committed mail fraud on graph paper in two campaigns in a row

Mistress Shishadri called in someone to cast speak with dead on Eshteross. She has pale, pearlescent skin, powder-white. The hair is long and silver-gray, no eyebrows, with almost elven features but no sign of elvish ears. "Human, but more so — mystical, but like a creepy doll in energy and visage." Her voice is a lot like the eisfurra from the All-Minds-Burn. She wears a pendant of a golden, beaked skull — a symbol of the Matron of Ravens.

"This is the Grave Mystic Weva Vudol. She is a very useful talent when it comes to dealing with the unexpected demise of important individuals."

Her eyes roll back when she casts the spell and the face almost looks like a porcelain mask. There's a weird, sickly sweet joy to her voice as she asks the questions, and when she moves Eshteross' body, it's like moving a puppet.

"When did you die?" Not but a day before. "How did you die?" I was killed by the Legend. "And who was this legend responsible for your death?" The Legend of the Peaks, Otohan Thull. "Were they [the Bells Hells] responsible or involved in your demise?" No. "Do you have any final requests?" To be interred next to Mistress Prudaj, in the Lucid Memorial Mausoleum.

Shishadri asks the Hells to hunt down Otohan (after the Green Seekers turn it down), and offers them a contract, which they accept.

Otohan got that title during the Apex War because of her involvement with the Taloned Highlands and the Apex city Sruwargas, home of the Stratos Throne. The mountains where it resides are known as the Coven Peaks. For the people of the Throne, she was a hero, and for those opposing her, she was a nightmare.

The Stratos Throne holds rulership of the Taloned Highlands, including Imogen's hometown. She vaguely remembers having to hide, fields being burned, strongholds and military installments on the pathways along the mountains.

The death of the previous sovereign brought the Apex War to a ceasefire, alongside the mutual economic destruction that was happening.

Jovahn, Imogen's hometown, is a place where many warriors and soldiers passed through; there were many inns, homesteads, and barracks built for them that have since been repurposed. Otohan could have passed through or stayed here.

Shishadri takes all of Eshteross' letters, and will arrange the Silver Sun for pickup by the morning.

Weva's HP, AC, and levels are all much higher than Orym's. She works throughout the city and the Oderan Wilds, but works for Shishadri. Chetney smells no fey, fiend, or undead essence on her, but her skin is sort of sparkly and opalescent, sort of like that aasimar who was with Kotho back in C2.

She's flirting with Laudna.

She can..... see souls? She says Laudna's "a little dark around the edges... ooh, welcome back."

Pate!!

Keyleth had theories that the attack on Zephrah was a test, a way to test the abilities of Zephrah's defenses, but there was never a second attack.

She would sometimes talk to the deRolos about the leylines, and Orym thinks that that could be related to why Otohan wanted her dead.

FCG tries to identify the toxin residue on Eshteross' weapon. With a 26 medicine check, they recall "poisons, liquids, alchemical concoctions... and you feel with certainty that you have never seen something like this." There is no magic to it, but it's nothing FCG has encountered in the natural world.

This is the second or third time Matt has described something unidentifiable to FCG in this way — he makes a point to say how strange it is that FCG has never encountered it before or can't remember what it is, like it isn't the item itself that's strange but rather their inability to recognize it. So is this a situation where FCG's memory was wiped? Like they used to know about it but can't anymore because their "memory banks" are damaged or altered?

FCG also identifies the blade itself. It acts as a magical club when wielded as a cane, but when the command word is spoken, the ball on top of the cane becomes a scythe blade. It acts as a greatsword.

To the skyship!

But first, some shopping.

They got diamonds for revivify, and FCG got a 25gp commemorative coin. This is likely for divination, which has a material component of a 25gp "sacrificial offering."

To Yios!

It's a little less than an 1100 mile journey, and it'll take 7-8 days since they're going across the Hellcatch Valley again.

Day 1: No issues

Day 2: No issues

Day 3: Sandstorm! Chetney, Fearne, Imogen, and Orym all rolled below a 5 to stay on the ship, but everyone's tied in one way or another to the rails or the masts. No one actually fell off, but they lose a day of travel.

Day 4: No issues.

Ruidus is flaring. The date would be 30 Sydenstar 843,

Imogen is dreaming of her and Laudna baking in a cabin. "The candlelight goes from orange to a deep, deep red. The door is open, and outside the hut, you see a red cloud swirling. The storm is around you, you can hear the impact of it, the hut creaking and breaking apart. You can just barely see a shape walking into the storm, away from the hut, away from you — the darkened clothed shape of what looks like Laudna, walking away from you. Laudna? No response, just keeps walking. You will yourself to move faster, and your feet leave the ground as you glide until you are right at the back of the figure. You touch it, and it spins around, and instead, it is a darkened ruffled cloak. What you thought was Laudna's hair is tattered shreds of a funeral shroud. You see this scraggly hair in a lavender-like color, and that memory that unlocked, you recognize your mother. 'You need to run.'"

"While that's happening, Chetney. Roll a Wisdom saving throw. 6. You've concentrated on this in the past, the curse that you hold. It is tethered to the history of Catha, and the transformations have always been pulled by that massive white-silver glow in the sky. Ruidus didn't seem to have much of an impact. But as you've been more conscious of these flares, there's been this itch in your belly. Simple. But this time the itch gets stronger. And stronger. Until you can't help but try and scratch for it. You scratch and scratch, and you pull, and you tear. Fearne and Orym, you see Chetney begin to double over and clutch his stomach. Chet? Can you talk to me? You have to pull, you have to be free, you have to scratch, it has to be free. From behind, he tears the flesh away from his torso, and as you watch the skin and hair of the gnomish form flop away, the wolven body emerges with an aggressive howl, the eyes emanating a red glow. Who do you go after first? Orym."

Fearne casts daylight on Chetney, which gives him another saving throw against Ruidus' influence. He rolls 16. It has some kind of effect, but it doesn't knock Chetney out of it. (Meaning that 16 is still a fail against the influence.)

"As far as your consciousness goes, you just have to scratch the itch. This is primal impulse and instinct. You've been here a few times, but this is an odd timing."

Liam playing a battle master is so good. the battle master fighter is easily the most complex full-melee class (and is definitely more complex than many casters), and it's so nice to see the class played with such... poise? ease? skill.

Rolling another 16 save gets Chetney out of the influence and the itch goes away, but he's under half health, so he has to make another save against bloodlust, which he fails. Fearne's daylight spell knocks him out of that.

The flare fades away, and the ruddy moon is left dull in the sky.

But before that, back in Imogen land—

"As you see into the face of your mother, she steps back, and the wind whips her away like she was just strips of cloth. You glance up, and you can see through the cloud, the bright, flaring moon of Ruidus. What do you want? No response. Otohan? Are you here? Nobody seems to be present. Just the sound of strong, dangerous wind. [I reach out and lightning strike the hut.] As you reach out your arm, all the designs on your body, the extended tendrils of energy completely fill your arm and the bolt arcs across the outside of the hut. It burns and darkens, and as it burns up, the wind carries it away like the cloak but a moment before. [I fly up into the air.] The dust around you subsides slightly. You can see the darkness, the stars, beginning to come closer. You concentrate on the moon, and a few moments later, the bright light of the flare dulls, and in that moment, your ascension slows, then stops, and you begin to fall. Faster and faster. Faster and faster, you plummet. You spin and see the ground come towards you — and you wake up."

Sending to Liliana Temult: "Are you there?" "...Imogen?"

[gavillain]

Ok but you can't just say "Maleficent's relation to gender is more complex than being a cis-woman" and not expand on that. Please give us the good queer analysis. 👀

Sure, I can do that XD

See, Maleficent is one of the most androgynous Disney characters. Her voice, her design, and her role in the story are very much detached from our conventional ideas of gender and gender roles. She has a deep voice, and she wears clothing that hides the shape of her physical body aside from her face and hands. The only thing that really marks her as a woman is that she is referred to as such with she/her pronouns. She reads very much like a drag queen because of this, and her overstated makeup definitely helps matters along.

She has a very theatrical and performative quality to her as well that I think also serves to give her that "drag queen" element. It's also very interesting how her design echoes her dragon form so thoroughly, almost as if she's actually a dragon in "human/fairy drag." It begs the question of which one was she first? A fairy-witch? Or a dragon?  I personally headcanon that she was born to a fairy mother and a dragon father. Fairies are naturally creatures of magic and are innately fluid in the forms that they take, but dragons are more corporeal and locked into certain shapes. So I think it's perfectly reasonable to assume that Maleficent's form that she was born into was her dragon form but with a natural aptitude for shapeshifting thanks to her fairy side. Maybe she was born a male dragon?

She probably had to choose her humanoid form and likely would have modeled herself on her mother to a certain degree as a reference point. I think for her, taking on her fairy form is a form of drag because it's about transforming and taking on a different shape. So if you're already changing, why not fuck with gender while you're at it? Especially when the society that you're a sworn enemy of has very strict gender roles and is afraid of deviations. I mean, what better way to make yourself even more fearsome to the human kingdom than to be something they can't fully wrap their heads around. "A woman who is also a man? How can that BE?"

But I also don't think Maleficent is necessarily MTF transgender. She could be, but I personally think otherwise because I do definitively headcanon Grimhilde as trans for a few reasons. And they read to me as having different relationships with gender in a fundamental way. I think gender identity and gender presentation matters a LOT to Grimhilde in a way that I don't think it does to Maleficent. For Maleficent, the visage of a someone who is generally female presenting is a shape that she takes that she enjoys but not one that she necessarily hinges her identity upon. She's a "mistress" and a "woman" because that's how the society she walks amongst perceives her as due to the way the shape she's crafted reads to them. And she's fine with that even though it may not necessarily match her gender. I see her as more of a gray area thing that's either somewhere in the gender fluid/non-binary camp or potentially even being a queer cis-man but favoring the clothing and aesthetics of a woman (and just accepting the pronouns with it).

Bottom line: she's a magical creature. Two different magical races in one. Our binary views of gender hold no power over her XD

[qierxing]

Ayo o-o I have an idea for a yandere Lord diavolo fic:

Mc arrives in Devildom and is learned to have a blessing that specific magic cannot affect them (Barbatos power specifically, reason is because of Lilith), Diavolo is instantly interested in Mc and wants to get to know them and the longer they knew each other Diavolo slowly grows a deep 'love' for Mc. Mc realizes Diavolos feelings for them, so they vanish without a trace and no matter what Lord Diavolo does to try and find them it does not work, and even Barbatos cannot help them with it. A few years later, he finds a maiden and falls in love with them, and slowly the fire for mc slowly vanishes until... When he helds a party for an anniversary with being together with his maiden, he sees in the distance, Lucifer talking to someone and barely sees who he is talking to no wait it is..... Mc, it seems like Lucifer and Mc is having a great time talking to each other, as if they never stopped communication with each other.... "Did Lucifer ever say about Mcs disappearance?! No.. I never cared to say to him about it.. Did he know....." The fire that has recently burned out suddenly is awaken again to the point it erases his love for the maiden... this time, he won't let Mc escape his grasp, and might punish the bros if they knew MCs 'vanish' .

Had to let this marinate for a bit, deviated slightly from the prompt, but this was a fun little warmup anon, I likie! 👀 I use MC's default name in this since reader is not MC

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Spellbound

Word Count: 603

Yan!Diavolo x Reader

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"It's better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved."

Yuki told him that, when he didn't come out of his castle for days. When he made Barbatos take his paperwork from his office and asked Lucifer to substitute for his appearances at significant events.

A human saying, they said, that was common amongst the grieving. A sentiment that it's better to have at least held love for someone you truly cared for, than to close your heart off and store it in an icebox.

He couldn't bring himself to feel grateful though.

Heartbreak, he quickly learns, is a fickle mistress. Some days he feels perfectly fine, able to go out and see his subjects and do his work with no problem at all. On the bad days, the really bad ones, he'll see a hellfire rose or a flash of familiar looking hair and instantly feel numb, chest tightening as he fights back the urge to scream and cry. Oftentimes, he's had to excuse himself much to the confusion and worry of others.

Why did you leave?

It's a question his mind can't let go of, even though he knows better. No amount of work, council meetings, or talking with others could distract him from that awful looming question in his mind, churning like the dark waves of Hell's ocean.

Even as news of him and Yuki break out, his mind doesn't process the congratulations he receives from the brothers, or the angels, or from Solomon. Yuki is kind and warm, but even they probably knew that his heart could never truly recover, the way they looked at him pitifully.

He would like to say that he moved on. That he loved Yuki like he did with you, but that would be an outright lie. If you saw him now, you would've punched him in the arm and dragged him out the door immediately, scolding him for being so hard on himself. You never would have pitied him, not like Yuki and the others, who only saw someone who could never fall.

You never…

Would have willingly left him, is what he thinks, as his eyes rivet upon the sight before him.

People often made fun of the way you laughed, you told him once, in private. You weren't in a good mood then, a rare sight for even you. But you had smiled so brightly, when he told you that he loved your laugh.

And he still loves it, even if it's not directed at him but at Lucifer, of all the beings here.

He thinks he's dreaming, that the bright chandelier flames have made him hallucinate your visage in the glitter and shine of silk and satin. But the longer he stares, the more he realizes that you're wearing a elegant outfit, meaning you've prepared for this ball, that your hair is done in a tasteful way, and your eyes are lined with eyeliner and the more and more he takes in, his chest starts to hurt more and more.

He wants to scream why, why, why are you back, just when his heart was a little bit thawed from the freezing empty cold you abandoned it in. When he was doing so well in pretending he could love someone else other than you.

No matter, he thinks to himself. You're back, and that's all that matters. Everything aside, he just needs to make sure this doesn't happen again. Whether it be through chains or hexes, he won't let you leave him so easily again.

He'll start with your right leg, he thinks, as he stalks toward you.

[rosietrace]

Frisk De La Rose

" How many times do I have to remind you that playing with the hedgehogs when you have to prepare for an unbirthday party is against the rules? You can't always be off duty... "

Name: Frisk Lily De La Rose

Katakana: フリスク リリー デラローズ

Romaji: Furisuku Rirī Derarōzu

Twisted From: The White Queen

V/A: Inori Minase(水瀬いのり)

Age: 17

Birthday: February 18

Horoscope: Aquarius ♒

Species: Human

Height: 177 cm

Hair Color: Red

Eye Color: Baby Blue

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Homeland: Rose Queendom

Dormitory: Heartslabyul

School Year: 2nd Year

Class: 2-D(Seat no. 17)

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Dominant Hand: Right

{ Family:

Isaac De La Rose (Father)

Anarim Ophelia (Mother)

Freyah De La Rose (Younger sister)

Riddle Rosehearts (Cousin) }

Best Class: Alchemy

Worst Class: Physical Education

Club: Boardgame Club

Likes: Chess, Octavinelle's aesthetic, gothic lolita, braids, chess, croquet, occasional napping

Dislikes: Loud Noises, heartslabyul hedgehogs, bruises, bullying, neglect, the dark

Hobbies: Playing chess, styling Freyah's hair, sleeping, organization

Talent(s): Strategizing, overly observant, multilingual, sign Language, chess, croquet

Flaw(s): Anxiety-prone, hesitant, easily nervous, lashes out, easily annoyed, blunt, a bit of a crybaby

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Personality:

The beauty of Heartslabyul, Frisk is incredibly popular in her dormitory for her immense beauty and relations to Riddle Rosehearts, the current dorm head.

Skillful in the art of chess, Frisk is very much considered a night raven college chess prodigy. As far as everyone is concerned, no one has beaten Frisk in a chess match.

Not even Riddle or her sister, Freyah.

However, one of the things she and Freyah have in common are their tendencies of refusing to go out of their comfort zone.

Frisk mostly sticks to Riddle, Trey, Cater, and her sister. Not once has anyone seen her spend time with other students.

Despite her popularity, Frisk is also considered to be a wallflower. Her clothing is fashionable but relatively modest, like she doesn't want to stick out like a daisy in a rose field.

She's also very prone to her anxieties. It would take her 10 to 20 minutes to even think of a proper response to a yes no question. Freyah even jokes(affectionately)that her stammers would be enough to create a typhoon.

And, she's notorious for being a "crybaby". Oftentimes, Frisk cries over the littlest mistakes made and it's also a very obvious insecurity of hers. She feels like she's being a nuisance by crying over little things and does her best to get out of that habit.

But alas, old habits die hard. And it's becoming increasingly difficult for Frisk to not cry over small things.

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Unique Magic: { Chess Master } (チェスマスター)

Song: Strange visage(Kakegurui OST)

A unique magic that feels astoundingly perfect for its user, a skilled chess player who has never been beaten by any of her peers in heartslabyul.

With enough concentration, Frisk is able to summon a life-sized version of a red/black or white chess piece. She uses the queen of both colors because the queen has the most freedom.

The chess pieces are hostile and only ever obey the orders of their mistress, Frisk. Even going as far as to refer to her as "Your highness". Even if it does make Frisk feel somewhat embarrassed, it still gives her a reasonable amount of confidence in herself.

She rarely ever activates her unique magic since it takes away energy just by concentrating all her energy into a single chess piece. Not to mention that by doing so, Frisk suffers from head and stomach aches.

The few times in which Frisk uses this ability, is when she feels provoked to a certain point. Once she reaches her breaking point, she'll end up unintentionally summoning a white/black/red knight who would offer themselves to protect her.

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Name Meaning

Frisk: A name of Swedish and Danish origin meaning "Healthy"

Lily: "Lily" symbolizes death

De La Rose: "Of the rose" in french

Trivia

Frisk has a magicam account, but only uses it to post aesthetically pleasing photos. Which led to her having 20k followers

On her magicam account, she is referred to as 'Faceless beauty', since in some of her photos she has shown her silhouette

Disapproves of Deuce being too much of a try-hard, but understands his reasonings for it

{ New Information }

Frisk is the only one other than their parents who can understand what Freyah says with her confusing analogies

Very much attached to her cousins and doesn't really like the idea of being separated from them for too long

Had been bullied since she was a child and feels like it was her fault

Her magicam account is no longer used after she's been pressured to show her face, and occasionally having a few death threats

[thecursedhellblazer]

“Is John now our…?” “I don’t know. Too soon to tell.” “Too soon to tell? Come on, Nicky...”

{ @adventurepunks }