#(PLEASE DO NOT SMITE ME)

[three-realms-archive]

Beware Sorcerer MC, the Kind.

Know it is a rare occasion, if you happen to see the Master of the Seven Avatars of Sin out without an escort. Whilst rare, it will be obvious – like a single dandelion seed twirling and carefree in the middle of a raging thunderstorm.

Like a thunderstorm, they are terrifying. Their bright, brilliant smiles – shining like the sun as they nonchalantly sidestep yet another carnivorous plant lashing out at them from the sidewalk; or as they wave hello to the gargoyle who spits on the heads of passers-by from where it is perched atop the local bakery; or as they gently chastise one of the Seven Rulers of the Underworld, as if scolding a child. It is a sight to behold indeed - when irritated demons on the street stop their bickering and straighten their ties as MC turns the corner, the bitterness in their hearts killed by an unwillingness to disappoint the realm’s most prized person.

‘Apprentice to Solomon the Wise. Master of the Seven Avatars of Sin.’

‘Sorcerer MC, the Kind,’ the Devildom calls them. Some say the title was a joke in passing from MC’s teacher - the wise sorcerer, Solomon - one day in the RAD lunch hall and it just stuck. Others say the title came from a demon they had helped, who saw it fit to spread word of their deeds. And some others say the title came from Crown Prince Diavolo, himself.

“What do you mean, beware MC, the Kind?!” You say, almost spitting out your tea as Diavolo hands you his D.D.D. There’s an article on screen, with ‘Beware Sorcerer MC, the Kind’ as it’s title; praising you as the central force behind Diavolo’s efforts for peace amongst the three realms. Problem is - as you continue to scroll through it - it seems to portray simple kindness as some kind of magic spell… with a particular warning to demon children to not sin in broad daylight lest ‘MC the Kind smite you with the curse of their forgiveness, like they often do in the hallowed walls of RAD’s mess hall.’

“Flattering,” Barbatos comments, refilling your tea cup before you can blink, “do you not think, MC?”

Diavolo nods, happily. “I agree with Barbatos.”

“Smite, guys.” You look up at the happy pair beaming at you – then look back at the article. You repeat this a few times, blinking slowly. “I… I just share my dessert sometimes at RAD - is that smiting? Lord Diavolo, have I been smiting?!”

“Such high praise, MC.” Barbatos grins. “This calls for the good tea cakes.”

“The good tea cakes – thank you, Barbatos! And the good Demonus! Our longest aged!

… You aren’t sure how to respond to how happy they are about this.

(this was fun to write. i wanted to think of mc gaining a reputation like solomon’s, since i like whenever them being a a sorcerer in their own right pops up. solomon’s the wise sorcerer - so mc being the kind sorcerer seemed fitting ahahaha)

(i had fun trying to to give mc the same reputation and respect and power but with the ‘kind’ title, and landed on demons being like ‘mc said i should apologise oh no what is this guilt must be a spell’)

[aroaceleovaldez]

Nico and Percy's dynamic through the series is eternally funny to me, because it's just. like.

Percy's having a constant mental struggle between his fatal flaw of loyalty with a promise he made to Bianca to protect Nico, versus his Big 3 kid desire to maim other Big 3 kids / Poseidon descendant urge to totally maim Nico specifically. He hates Nico so so much. He thinks Nico's annoying and weird at best, and creepy/sketchy when he's older. The only positive thoughts Percy has towards Nico are "He's Bianca's brother and Bianca was my friend and I owe her/He's Hazel's brother and Hazel is my friend and would kill me if I was mean to him," "He's a powerful asset and useful ally (if questionable)," and "He's kinda pathetic and I feel maybe a little bad about it." Percy has multiple occasions throughout the series where he strongly considers - and on one occasionally actually goes through with - throttling Nico.

Meanwhile, Nico is following around Percy like a lost puppy. He explicitly can never bring himself to even dislike anything about Percy no matter how hard he tries. He has a whole bit in BoO where he's mentally going "UGH he's so stupid BUT IT'S ENDEARING HOW DARE HE." He's totally smitten. He's making deals with his dad for Percy. He's making convoluted plans to help Percy stand a chance against Kronos. During the entirety of BoTL it's like he's playing tsundere - "I'm helping NOT PERCY SPECIFICALLY with this quest! Me helping Percy would be SILLY because I DEFINITELY HATE HIM." Then he proceeds to show up to Percy's birthday party to basically ask him on a weird date and spend the entire next book scrambling around trying to help him or protect him or impress him. And Percy could not give less of a shit.

Just. That dynamic is so funny to me. Percy is the founder of the Nico Protection Club in that he's the one they're all protecting Nico from and meanwhile Nico is throwing himself at Percy to the point where the literal god of gay love calls him out on it.

[realpokemon]

Ok real shit. How do you pronounce Arceus Ahr-see-us? Ahr-say-us? Ahr-key-us? Ahr-koos?

whichever option pisses god off the most

[starpawedart]

It had to be you 🎶 Shmoopies for @weakformemo 's birthday

[loveology-doodles]

those pokes are moning

[wolfythewitch]

Hubris is thr act of one claiming that they are better than a god

Example "I'm so pretty I'm even note beautiful than Lady Aphrodite"

Story of Arachne

Icarus

Original story of Medusa

I don't think what ur describing is hubris but over confidence:]

You haven't seen me sleep deprived and willing to kill god

[chonnysinferno]

did this in mspaint. for the old times where i used to draw cj art............. /j i forgot how to draw mid im sorry @twig-gy for you ,,, leko soweli.......

[butchharts]

do a lot of lesbians worship Aphrodite? :o

[yellowistheraddest]

one more day of overtime in a row and im actually gonna commit a crime

[talesofwhimsy]

Car Seat Headrest, “Weightlifters” // the Mountain Goats, “Isaiah 45:23”

[starpawedart]

A few weeks ago @hellishqueerart, @indashadows, and I decided to that the obvious response to a ridiculous vampire costume was to draw a bunch of ridiculous vampires in it 🦇

+ Guillermo version by @indashadows

+ Nandor version by @hellishnsfw

[seeliragh-fr]

i love the idea of the deities being evoked for various qualities or tasks in their respective wheelhouses.. i’ve played with it a little bit in lore before, but now i’m thinking about the existence of roadside shrines or small honorary offering spaces in lairside guest quarters or public spaces.

you could always do little renditions of the World Pillar, for instance, where travelers may leave charms or offerings specific to their desired deity- colorful strings of beads of correct color tied around the appropriate place on the little stone carving, or a bowl of chipped travelers’ runestones at the foot. flights may have region-specific incense cakes that may be prudent traveling tokens if you happen to need your patron’s attention far from home.

or, riffing off this post which i love, there might be deity-specific effigies in places where their governance is at play; a squat stone Tidelord might sit under a shingled roof of clamshells at a crossroads miles away from any ocean. tall, thin shrines housing the windsinger might be encountered on winding paths away from civilization, with weathered coins strung up beneath the eaves so that they clink musically together in the breeze. bronze flamecallers might be interred at the mouths of kilns or in front of smiths’ workshops, the head and wingtips buffed bright with many years of rubbing for good luck. in place of a hearth deity, the earthshaker might reside in a little alcove in kitchens or living quarters to hearken to home and safety. the possibilities are endless! the color-coding of the flights means you can do so much with banners and ribbons and pigment and talismans to add little details and texture the world.

[harmonyludwig]

Rose and River

I just watched "The Husbands of River Song".

Ohhhh boi

I really like their dynamic, and I also cried. Like, it was the end for her. She knows she might never see him again.

Anyway.

From all the people he traveled with, The Doctor was in love with 2 of them: Rose Tyler, as the 9th & 10th Doctor and River Song AKA Melody Pond, as 11th, 12th & 13th (I think). They never crossed. And I thought about an interaction between them.

So, another timey-wimey thing, the universe collapses etc., and there's two Doctors again. Doesn't matter which one, but let's say it was after Rose was left with half Doctor half Donna. Just before the goodbyes. And on a Date of the Doctor & River. Doo we doooo ~~

The Doctors: Oh, this isn't good. Not good. Physically- pimisically, timey-wimey, spacy-wacy...

River: Hol up, you're Rose Tyler?

Rose: .. Yeah, and you are? How do you know me?

River: Oh! I'm from the future. Well, considering we were technically in the past... I'm from the Doctor's future.

Rose: That's nice. Does he talk about me?

River: Not much. But the TARDIS does. She loved you dearly.

Rose: :D

Rose: How did you two meet?

River: Oh, I'm kind off.. A daughter of one of his future companions.

Rose: Okaaay

River: And part Time Lord, since I was conceived on the TARDIS.

Rose: That's - wierd. But ok -

River: AndI'mTachnicallyHisWife.

Rose: Sorry?

River: Weeeeell.. I know there was a thing between you two and you loved each other but under the circumstances of the time we were in -

Rose: Good Lord I'm so thankful he has someone after I'm gone!

River: ...

Rose: Do you hit him when he does the -

River: Oh sure I do. Did he ever -

Rose: Oh yeah he did!

The Doctors: *Sees his wife and girlfriend laugh and get along* That can't be good.

I Just can't imagine them being anything else than buddy-buddy with each other and completely pissing him off. Just, girlfriend and wife of the Doctor! I really want an episode like that.

[orbdotexe]

can i just say that Longing For Acceptance Already Given is STILL rotting my mind? its tooth-rotting-ly sweet but its not straight fluff and my brain goes haywire everytime I read the line "They settle instead for a soft rippling in the Light; the feeling of tucking a sleeping other’s hair away." bc oh my GOD what possessed me when i wrote that. holy shit

Look. i know "pining" is usually used in a romantic way, but i think Wolf is just generally pining. Like anything they touch could shatter or wilt in their hands at any given moment and they hate it and they hate themselves but they're too tired anymore for there to be any real fire behind it and they want so badly to reach out but its tiring and dangerous and do they even deserve it?

If, by taking this hand, theirs would be cut off? Are they the offered hand, hiding a blade, claws? Are they capable of dulling their edges, of meeting gentleness with gentle hands?

Which, while it's not the highest quality, Against Better Judgement (ch2 of One Mirror, Two Reflections) comes back to this in that brief misc Wolf POV. Their sort of amazement/realization/mild crisis that they're holding something, wrapped in their hands, and its warm and its alive and it's not trying to run from them and- Its someone who trusts them, implicitly, not to hurt him.

It's the hand they're so afraid of and they can't figure out if they want to hold on to it and never let go or if they want to run, just keep running, and never let anyone so close ever again. Maybe he should be afraid of them, actually, maybe that terrifying hand is really theirs and their claws are going to cut him open when- if they try to hold on.

And the question of "theirs or his?" after calling the touch a lifeline... "Did that even matter?"

and the line "This quiet destruction– progress?" back in Longing? oh dont get me started.

hi helloo i am Not crying over my old writing. this is a perfectly normal thing for me to be doing. hi hey hello do you hear me. i did NOT mean to write a wholeass essay here it was just supposed to be reminding people about that one line, how did we get here. and anyway the very fact that i barely mentioned Ghost here isnt really a crime bc he's almost an extension of them. another piece of their soul. that softness comes so natural with him, another limb, and he responds in kind, and they both know the other is fragile, and they both know its in two so very different ways and yet they just get it. There's no one else like each other even if they both need more friends. theres nothing more important than each other and they're all they've got and and and-- if you know whats good for you, you will NOT read these tags

[desire-mona]

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[sb-is-a-thing]

God hates me specifically because I literally can’t eat anything without nausea showing up.

Like,

Small muffin? Go on, puke.

Steak? Ohoho, you don’t get nice things.

A crumb? Oh, you’re going to get really nauseous because it’s funny.

I can’t win