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snugglylime · 8 months ago

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JWCT Countdown Day#2: Favorite Duo/Friendship - Darius and Yaz

This is a snippet from my hybrids AU, though I've nailed down more of the details since my original post. Hope you guys enjoy!

Darius has long since lost track of the days. They’ve stopped being memorable and follow such a meandering sameness that they’re not worth keeping track of. There’s no real point in keeping a mental calendar either because there are no dates for him to look forward to.

Birthdays and holidays are off the table, and counting down the hours to weekends or anything else to be excited about has become entirely meaningless. Every day is the same, and every day he laments his lack of appreciation for the time before this horrible block of temporal sameness.

But then, as abruptly as it’d started, the sameness stops.

No one comes to check on him today. The lights around the bend down the hall continue to cast shadows into his cell, and he can still hear the persistent humming of the generators and fluorescent lights, but the sameness of the world beyond his cell is obscured by the absence of footsteps and hushed voices.

It’s entirely quiet.

So he makes a note of today. It’s a quiet, hungry, and lonely kind of day. Even if he hates the doctors with every fiber of his being- as much as he’s able to hate anyone, that is- it’s good to interact with things that aren’t just the mind-numbingly white walls of his cell.

The day continues as silently and uneventfully as it started, which is to say it adopted a new kind of sameness that’s somehow worse than the last. Just yesterday, and for the dozens of yesterdays before that, he could occupy his mind with eavesdropping or putting images to the vague sounds filtering to him from down the hall, but now there’s nothing. Nothing stirs beyond his cell. The lights don’t go out when they’re supposed to, and no one brings him dinner, which is concerning because if no one feeds him, he very well could starve to death.

Calm down, he scolds himself. You’re not some animal. It’s only been a day.

He tries to sleep, but with the bright lights and compounding hunger in his gut, it’s futile. He tosses and turns on his sorry excuse for a mattress and tries to wake from this new, hellish sameness that must be a nightmare.

Funny that he would prefer to be awake in the world where he gets poked and prodded by all manner of needles and instruments on a daily basis than the one where he’s just perpetually bored, hungry, and lonely. He really has been reduced to his basest instincts, hasn’t he?

He can almost imagine a morally corrupt psychologist sitting outside his cell, pen and clipboard in hand, taking notes on the slow deterioration of his mind. The psychologist would say that this is all just another test, just without the usual invasion of his personal space and intraveneal injections.

But no such psychologist exists, and the quiet, lonely, sameness persists long into the night (or what he assumes to be night in this windowless prison of his).

Then, just as he’s about to fall into a shallow sleep, there’s a soft click followed by a familiar whoosh of air. Within an instant, the door to his cell inches open. The lights flicker and somewhere down the hall the generators make the sound of something long-suffering.

He stares at the newly formed crack between the cell wall and the door. He’s heard that tell-tale click dozens of times, but with it has always been a doctor (or two, depending on the day and the extent of the testing he’s to be subjected to), and the set of restraints he’s grown as accustomed to as the clothes on his back.

Now there is neither, just the thin strip of light leading to the lab down the hall.

He thinks of the non-existent psychologist and how all this must be some new experiment. The isolation and hunger of the past day- or however long it’s been since he’s started keeping track of the passage of time- make it impossible for him to think straight. As he cautiously creeps out of his cell, he feels like a little kid walking into his kindergarten classroom for the first time, seeing everything with new eyes, even though he’s made this trek as many times as he’s heard the opening click of his cell door.

But even if this is some sort of test for obedience or to measure the extent to which his human brain still operates beneath the suffocating layer of prehistoric instinct and hunger they’ve injected him with, he can’t help but leap at the opportunity.

Besides, out here is where the food comes from and he’s only getting hungrier. The more logical (and generally quieter) side of his brain scolds him for acting like an animal, but he can’t bring himself to care too much. All he cares about is finding food.

But when the corridor spits him out, he doesn’t find food. Instead, he finds the lab, eerily devoid of its occupants, both animate and not. The doctors- as well as their personal effects- are all gone save for a few backpacks and pencils strewn across the floor. The embryonic chambers, usually clouded with cold fog, are clear and devoid of the canisters of their prenatal residents. All the desks have been emptied and the endless rows of filing cabinets have been gutted, some of their contents lying amongst the backpacks and pencils and whatever else managed to find its way to the floor.

The lights flicker again. The generators belch and wheeze.

If not for the gnawing hunger in his gut, he might’ve been skeeved out by the situation. But as things stand, he only feels mildly disturbed by the prospect of standing in the middle of a scene ripped straight out of a horror movie.

Not that his whole life these past few months hasn’t been a horror movie. At least this is kind of exciting.

He decides to follow the left hall. He’s never been down here before, always having been ushered to the right where all the medical offices and examination tables are. But he knows those places like the back of his hand by now, and so he knows that there’s no food there. Which must mean that the food somehow comes from the left hall.

Maybe.

Like most of his memories from his time on the island before his abduction, his memories of the tour of this place he went on so many months ago are little more than a fuzzy blotch in the back of his mind, doing nothing to guide him where he needs to go.

It doesn’t help that all the walls and offices here look identical, right down to the creaky ceiling fans and plywood desks. No expenses were spared except for when it came to the busy-bodies running this place.

By the looks of things, they were about as well off as he was in his cell.

He rounds a corner and is suddenly accosted by a cacophony of clicks and bangs, like something heavy is hitting one of the white brick walls. He hesitates between the choice of going right and investigating, or going left towards a neon green exit sign.

After a moment, he starts down the right hall. He’s still hungry, but he’s also lonely, and chances are that whatever’s making that thumping noise is more alive than anything else here. Maybe the clicking is a doctor typing at a keyboard, though how anyone could continue to work in conditions as chaotic as these he has no idea.

Then again, he has no idea what caused these conditions in the first place. For all he knows, this whole situation could just be another experiment that he’s being subjected to.

Will he ever stop feeling like a lab rat?

He follows the noises down a corridor not unlike the one leading to his cell. The tall, undecorated walls funnel him around a bend until he’s face to face with thick metal bars, just like the ones he’s stared at every day for as long as he can clearly remember.

He freezes. There’s no way he managed to make one big loop- he may not know much about this place, but he knows for a fact that the building isn’t one big circle. And even if it was, this hall is all wrong, like a mirror image of the one containing his cell.

This is someplace different.

He cautiously approaches the bars, realizing with dawning horror that the noises, having seemed so distant before, are coming from the darkness right in front of him. Then they stop so suddenly he thinks he might’ve imagined them. But now he’s standing just a few feet from the bars and can get a good look at what’s behind them, noisy creature or not. At least, he would have if not for the hand being flung into his face.

He screams and stumbles backward. The unnatural weight of his feet and the awkward bend to his legs set him off balance enough to send him tumbling shoulder-first into the wall. He grunts and licks the two, sharp teeth protruding from the gums where his canines used to be.

He’s still not entirely used to the feeling of them in his mouth, but he knows they’ll be useful in a fight if it comes down to it.

“Darius?” A voice hisses. He recognizes it instantly, even though the memories it’s attached to are fuzzy.

“Yaz?” Darius breathes. He hasn’t heard her voice in… well, however long it’s been since the abduction. Months at the very least, if not longer.

“It’s me,” Yaz sighs. Then, as if to prove her point, she steps into the thin triangle of light cast through the bars of her cell.

From the waist up, she looks exactly how he remembers. But as he looks closer, he realizes that’s not entirely true. Her skin has a pale, blueish quality to it and her eyes, stark against the abnormal pallor of her skin, are striking and unnaturally bright, like she’s seeing right through him. And below her waist, more shocking than anything else about her, are the leathery, awkwardly bent legs of a velociraptor.

Darius stares, transfixed at the homunculi standing before him. She looks like the product of a poor attempt at photoshopping a dinosaur’s legs onto a human’s body; her waist is too thin to properly accommodate the girth of the reptilian legs, and the dark, scaly flesh of them disappears beneath her shorts only to reappear as the perfectly smooth human skin of her barely exposed stomach.

“What is it?” Yaz demands, startling Darius out of his thoughts. Despite the roughness of her voice- has it always sounded like that?- her lips are turned into a nervous frown like she’s embarrassed.

“You…” he trails off, unable to find the words. He stiffens as a tail suddenly appears out of the darkness and swishes back and forth behind her body like the pendulum of an upside-down metronome. “Wow.”

“You don’t look much better,” she says with a strained grimace.

“Oh, right,” his cheeks flush. He’d nearly forgotten about the state of his own body, not that he’d ever gotten a real good look at it. He’s been denied the privilege of a mirror, and while he can feel all the strange anomalies in his stature and movement, he doesn’t have a good idea of what it all looks like. Then he shakes his head and realizes who he’s talking to. “Not that you look bad or anything. I think the… ah… tail suits you. Yeah.”

Yaz blinks at him before turning away with a muffled snort. “Shut up. Yours suits you more, dino-nerd.”

Oh. Right. He’d almost forgotten about the heavy appendage sprouting from his tailbone. Not that he’d like to remember it. How he got to be this way is a process he’d prefer to forget, but it looks like he’s not the only one to have experienced it.

Which means that in all likelihood, he and Yaz aren’t alone. The others must be around here somewhere, too.

“Sure does,” Darius grins, suddenly feeling more excited than he has in months. He grabs the handle of her cell door and cocks his head. “Ready to get out of here?”

#darius is a t-rex hybrid and yaz is a velociraptor hybrid #their friendship means so much to me ahhhhh #guys i might actually combust waiting for chaos theory 0-0 #jwcc #jwctcountdown #darius bowman #yasmina fadoula #jurassic world camp cretaceous #hybrids au

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bluebellhairpin · 8 months ago

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Erwin Smith X Fem!Reader

Summary; After being convinced to join Erwin's coup, you're sent to Mitras to become an informant under the guidance of Darius Zackly. Little does that old man know, you're there for more than just information.

Warnings; Reader now uses a prosthetic arm. Manipulation and treachery. Darius is a creep. Murder (you'll thank me later). Female reader.

Listening to; 'United In Grief' by Kendrick Lamar - "What is a woman that really hurt? A demon, you're better off killin' her."

Series Masterlist || Masterlist || Ko-Fi

Pawn Promotion; Occurs during an endgame when a Pawn reaches the farthest rank, and can then be replaced by a Queen, Rook, Bishop, or Knight. Often players add another Queen to the board - known as “Queening the Pawn”.

Your first meeting with Erwin after Shiganshina felt like something inside you changed, as if disrupted dust that never got the chance to settle finally got to rest. It hurt, and the heavy conversations after did too, but now you’d never felt more at peace.

It didn’t take long after for Erwin to present you to Hange - who was initially shocked to see you outside your room - who had started working on your new limb. You’d never seen anything like it before. Anything more than a wooden peg leg was foreign to you - seeing not just Erwin’s leg moving as if it were still there, then finding out you could do the same with your arm felt unreal.

Hange had turned into a miracle worker, but it still took months for you to learn how to properly use your new arm.

It slid onto the stump just below your elbow - but then it hurt. A sock was put over it - but then it turned itchy and rubbed raw. The fabric changed and that problem was over. You tried to use the arm, the wrist and fingers - but you weren’t used to having to pay so much attention. If you wanted to put your hand in a fist all you had to do was think it - now it took your whole arm.

Hange tried explaining it, saying you could use it better if you understood how it worked, but it never stuck. You didn’t have a mind for machines. You had no idea how tensing your shoulder was supposed to help you pick up a whole mug - let alone use the ODM gear.

Then Erwin came along - already having learnt about his new leg, and already ahead of you in learning how to use a whole new arm, not just the hand - and he taught you. You had no idea how, as far as you could tell he was saying the same things Hange was, yet they stuck. You learnt. By the time a years worth of training and late nights was over, it was almost like you’d never lost your hand at all. Almost.

You’d never come that close to dying before - and you certainly hadn’t been that injured on a mission before - that wasn’t something you could so easily re-learn.

Your training was haunted by shadows flying past your vision - shadows which left you flinching that looked so much like the thunderous pelting of rocks that almost became your own personal assassin. Running laps that ended with your thigh giving way with a painful twinge of nerves, the hollow where muscle was missing left you on the ground unable to move from the burning.

The late nights which not only consisted of learning a new limb, but trying to fend off what had to be the ghosts of those you lost and left behind. Some nights it was mountains of soldiers, clawing their way to you to take you back with them to rot. Other nights it was the titan, with sharp teeth and too long arms, smiling and taunting you with words so similar to your own.

But Erwin was always there. In the past he may not have been, but now he was. With open arms and all the time in the world, he let you in. Sometimes, on the nights when you knew you wouldn’t sleep, you laid awake in his bed. Your head on his chest and a palm over his heart as he slept, and it felt normal. It felt like it should be. Like you’d been doing it for years. Sometimes you could imagine that was your life - you, him, and peaceful nights.

But you knew what nightmares lay in your future, waiting and watching to strike as you went past. The moment Erwin started softening you up for it you hardened. Not toward him, but toward your enemies.

You weren’t even going to let them get the chance to try and kill you, let alone leave you able to walk away and come back stronger, angrier. You could feel a monster starting to wake in your belly, hot and heavy and ready for blood.

It would only be their own fault if it makes you kill them.

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most-fuckable-character-showdown · 2 years ago

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Characters included in the showdown

If any of these characters are repeated or under 18 please let me know asap so I can switch them out

Remus Sanders from Sanders Sides (17)

Janus Sanders from Sanders Sides (14)

Logan Sanders from Sanders Sides (13)

Eda Clawthorne from The Owl House (13)

Roman Sanders from Sanders Sides (11)

Virgil Sanders from Sanders Sides (10)

Din Djarin/Mandalorian from The Mandalorian (10)

Remy Sanders from Thomas Sanders Shorts (10)

Patton Sanders from Sanders Sides (9)

Noise from Roleslaying with Roman (8)

The Once-ler from the Lorax (7)

Sans from Undertale (6)

Angel from Hell’s Belles (5)

Julian Devorak from The Arcana (5)

William Afton from fnaf (4)

Ingo from Pokémon (4)

Leon S Kennedy from Resident Evil (4)

Anxiety Sanders from Thomas Sanders Shorts (4)

Clay Puppington from Moral Orel (4)

Youngblood from Roleslaying with Roman (4)

Bill Cipher from Gravity Falls (3)

Shane from The L Word (3)

Jameson Jackson from Jacksepticeye (3)

The Other Side of the Pillow from Thomas Sanders Shorts (3)

Virgil the Rat from Ride the Cyclone (3)

Kylo Ren from Star Wars (3)

Megamind from Megamind (3)

Bucky Barnes from MCU (3)

Spider-Man (Andrew Garfield) from No Way Home (3)

Mike from Roleslaying with Roman (3)

Ryker from Roleslaying with Roman (3)

Roman from Roleslaying with Roman (3)

Raine Whispers from The Owl House (3)

Vash the Stampede from Trigun Stampede (3)

Nicholas D Wolfwood from Trigun (3)

Cecil Palmer from Welcome to Night Vale (2)

Sage Lesath from Last Legacy (2)

L Lawliet from Death Note (2)

Crowley from Good Omens (2)

Dr. Bright from SCP Foundation (2)

Shrek from Shrek (2)

Peter Cola from CNP (2)

Peppino from Pizza Tower (2)

Tangerine from Bullet Train (2)

Luis Sera from Resident Evil 4 (2)

Darius from The Owl House (2)

Hannibal Lecter from Hannibal (2)

Alastor from Hazbin Hotel (2)

Enjorlas from Les Miserables (2)

Jessie from Pokémon (2)

James from Pokémon (2)

Mettaton EX from Undertale (2)

Sampo Koshi from Honkai Star Rail (2)

Wilford Warfstache from Markiplier (2)

The Narrator from The Stanley Parable (2)

Shego from Kim Possible (2)

Lady Dimitrescu from Resident Evil (2)

Blackbeard from Our Flag Means Death (2)

Orange Side from Sanders Sides (2)

Lucio from The Arcana (2)

Burgundy Red from Roleslaying with Roman (2)

Puff Puff Humbert from Your Favorite Martin (2)

Viktor Humphries from Slime Rancher (2)

Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel (2)

Miss Secondopinionson from Moral Orel (2)

Eggman from Sonic (2)

Spamton from Deltarune (1)

The Corinthian from The Sandman (1)

Asra Alnazar from The Arcana (1)

Felix Escellun from Last Legacy (1)

Edwin from Gummy and the Doctor (1)

Hatori from Fruits Basket (1)

Izzy Hands from Our Flag Mean Death (1)

Undyne from Undertale (1)

Glamrock Freddy from fnaf: security breach (1)

Gummy from Gummy and the Doctor (1)

Nadia Satrinava from The Arcana (1)

Scorpia from She Ra (1)

Jareth the Goblin King from Labyrinth (1)

Vaporeon from Pokémon (1)

Rouge the Bat from Sonic (1)

Aaravos from The Dragon Prince (1)

Millions Knives from Trigun Stampede (1)

Spock from Star Trek (1)

Toriel from Undertale (1)

Bowser from Super Mario (1)

Shota Aizawa from My Hero Academia (1)

Tom Nook from Animal Crossing (1)

Critic Sanders from Thomas Sanders Shorts (1)

Skeletor from Masters of the Universe (1)

Elias Bouchard from The Magnus Archives (1)

Asmodeus from Obey Me (1)

Guillermo from What We do in the Shadows (1)

Asgore Dreemurr from Deltarune (1)

Dio Brando from Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure (1)

Tenth Doctor from Doctor Who (1)

Death from Puss in Boots: The Last Wish (1)

Red Guy from Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared (1)

Padme from Star Wars (1)

Archibald Asparagus from Veggie Tales (1)

Shen Jiu from The Scum Villain’s Self Saving System (1)

Roxanne Wolf from fnaf: security breach (1)

Gomez Addams from The Addams Family (1)

Rick Sanchez from Rick and Morty (1)

Fiona from Shrek (1)

Jack Skellington from The Nightmare Before Christmas (1)

Emile from Cartoon Therapy (1)

Vlad Masters from Danny Phantom (1)

Eyeless Jack from Creepypasta (1)

Merlin from Fate/Grand Order (1)

Verosika Mayday from Helluva Boss (1)

Ganondorf from The Legend of Zelda (1)

Michael Afton from fnaf (1)

Marvus Xoloto from Hiveswap (1)

Kim Kitsuragi from Disco Elysium (1)

Jang Jaeyoung from Semantic Error (1)

The Bog King from Strange Magic (1)

Batman from Batman (1)

Randy Jade from Dialtown (1)

Yor Forger from Spy x Family (1)

Mark Winters/Wavelength from Just Role With It (1)

Dr. Alto Clef from SCP Foundation (1)

Striker from Helluva Boss (1)

Stoic the Vast from How to Train your Dragon (1)

Bandit from Bluey (1)

Spain from Hetalia (1)

Dorian Gray from The Picture of Dorian Gray (1)

Muriel from The Arcana (1)

#mfc showdown #most fuckable character showdown

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ireadyabooks · 11 months ago

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Share Black Stories 2024!

Join us this Black History Month as we #ShareBlackStories that celebrate Black voices with books that center around Black lives, Black joy, and Black stories that are sure to resonate far beyond a single month of the year. See our list below for some books that we recommend you check out this month and all year long!

The Library of Broken Worlds by Alaya Dawn Johnson

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Love is the Drug by Alaya Dawn Johnson

Emily Bird was raised not to ask questions. She has perfect hair, the perfect boyfriend, and a perfect Ivy-League future. But a chance meeting with Roosevelt David, a homeland security agent, at a party for Washington D.C.'s elite leads to Bird waking up in a hospital, days later, with no memory of the end of the night.

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The Getaway by Lamar Giles

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lloyd283 · 13 days ago

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Miraculous 19/20: Chaos/ Misfortune

(Long post)

To recap, After the Miraculous S5 ending, things changed. Two new heroes joined, as well as the mysterious Lloyd, and they faced akumatisations whilst Lloyd dealt with a shadow from his past. When zoe was uncomfortable on Halloween, a strange bag released a smoke that transformed her into an acolyte of fear, whilst Lloyd was forced into nemesis form, a form gained when he first fount out his lineage and wider powers. Wrath revealed himself and possessed 4 others with a goal in mind. To try and stop him, a mirror legend possessed juleka to give the power to stand against him whilst cerise began to panic. Then, Billy butcher arrived to break bad news to a new hero and zoe and chloe learned the truth of the elites of paris: chloe was the only real one: or that would've been if zoe wasn't saved with zero blood, something she wants to prove to herself and not telling adrien, who's certain he's real. Then, brooklynn arrived, believing Lloyd's recent state has darker threats in store, going to rio to help stop a plan with forced loser labor exacation of an ancient war through tablets. Elsewhere, Lloyd's mind is preyed by wrath, wanting to possess him for reasons still unknown, and brooklynn rejoins her fam and help. Angor rot, an assassin gave his life to try and hinder a more dangerous wrath, and cerise hides a secret that wants to spill out. After rio, marinette was force arrested at the airport on orders of a corrupt officer who wanted marinette for unspeakable actions, when wrath appeared to give marinette a choice and kill the officer. Accepting the offer out of traumas, marinette becomes the last acolyte. Wrath needs her to complete the charge whilst he searches for the wrathblade that carmen sandiego stole on O.A. orders. As our heroes rush off the plane, paths begin to merge as wrath begins the final pieces pre plan.....

Everyone's off the plane. Brooklynn gets juleka to find norma khan to give her angor's last act: a way to stop her seizures since her wrath encounter. Our group from rio preceed to rush to the police area and are horrified to see what looks like a crime scene without showing it to the viewer whilst Adrien catches a changed marinette with wrath, when he sees him but doesn't attack but rather leaves. Sabrina calls her father to put paris on high alert. Wrath tells marinette that he needs her to cause chaos whilst he finds his wrathblade, in which we see a group of other acolytes entering the paris security mainframe with early 1900s trickery, a saw used only for lock cutting as well as trickery. He recieves word: The louvre has it.

The team has to split to deal with wrath. Even cerise decides wrath's going too far and decides to anti akuma wrath, but she looks on in horror as he grabs the akuma and doesn't lose his powers. Turning to face cerise, wrath Taunts her through silently answering her panic with a shhhhh and entrapping the akuma in an pocket watch. He says lila's bracelets have powerful dark magic in them, but bear no strings on him. Meanwhile, two acolytes find and kidnap chlow who's in a mix of queen mayor and casual outfit. Shortly after, wrath and Misfortune (her acolyte name) arrive at the louvre and cause everyone to evacuate, which our heroes see as they enter.

Upon entry, darius is shrouded in black smoke as wrath wants to taunt him by talking how much he doesn't know of Lloyd and his strings cast on the group. Darius remains positive, so he tells him that he knows brooklynn's last name as it got shredded at the orphanage, and she was so alone and miserable. Finally, he drops, sobbing, and sammy sits with him to help him. To cause panic, he smokes dino bones into a similar nightmare: indominous rex, deeming Scorpios rex too liable as he cracks the wrathblade display case. Nath and kenji preceed to deal with the t rex as zoe tries to attack wrath, resulting in a taunt, which he admits he knew about the secret in episode 18 and her pursuit of a better chloe. To break her heart, he says chloe won't change and has to pay a terrible price to be redeemed for her actions. Suddenly, carmen sandiego and jade armor (L.J) swoop in to hold him whilst brooklynn goes into the smoke. Wrath says she was given back her hand by the will of an old god. He hoped the nublar six would live peacefully, but realises Lloyd made a detective more powerful and points at a WW2 display of red wolfe's weapon saying he never willingly drafted in, but the world made him act. The ungrateful world that never knows what he did, or he killed Hitler, not himself. Unlike others, wrath left brooklynn Lloyd's copy of her jacket and his kitsune miraculous, saying if he's correct, she's a claim to it. He flings jade and carmen which makes claire nuñez portal in and carmen to fight him. The dino disappates after adrien cataclysms it, landing him whispers of the fact marinette killed his father and the rings are his partial strings: one of his finest saves of life at birth. Devastated, he doesn't realise the pilot from camp cretaceous s3 ep9/10 surprising him and holding him hostage. Wrath's fight ends with nuñez knocked out and Carmen's hat destroyed by the smoke, joking the smoke can turn normal people into zombies. He wants confirmation of the real wrathblade, or he'll smoke adrien. She has to confirm the real one's below the display and after taking it, orders adrien released and gives Misfortune more power to deal with the miraculous. Alya becomes scararouge to allow a retreat as wrath leaves and something in brooklynn's head makes sense. In the hotel cellar, chloe wakes in front of a man called john by a water balloon...

After the encounter with wrath, lila calls someone saying she needs assistance for the price of the miraculous. The person agrees and she stands back, allowing wrath to do his damage. Misfortune's causing chaos around paris and our heroes are stretched thin, thinking of a game plan when zoe gets a feeling chloe's missing. John berates chloe for being a bossy brat who enjoys the misery of others, the elite life with pride and an ego chaser before ending with calling her cowardly. He wants to help, but it'll shock her the method used. He mentions wrath does fear humiliation, tricks and always getting involved and shuts her down when comparing the two of them, as they're not the same. Just share dislikes. Wrath saved him from an impaled metal spike to man twisted games but says to chloe that she won't be harmed or maimed. Orders from wrath himself.

Meanwhile, Lloyd encounters wrath in his norrisville lab and wrath tells him his brightish clothing needs to change darker, to change into black fully. Wrath then has a dream as a tourist in a crowd and a phone with December 22nd 2015 before the glare causes him to wake up.

Whilst the rest face Misfortune, zoe, marc and Ben go searching for chloe. After her encounter, brooklynn ties the spare jacket around her waist and puts on the kitsune miraculous which is sleeping peacefully as Lloyd channeled it to repair her arm, and decides to go to juleka and an awaking norma khan. Wrath now views 1119 from the trees as morgana loses a hand and scaring the arcane order to wait on their actions they take. Kenji believes and proves the louvre copy was realistic as scratch marks remain on the walls and floors, as darius still handles how brooklynn could be happy with a miserable upbringing and why she's putting herself in harm's way with wrath. If he could materialise a dino, kenji does make a connection of the pilot's sudden disappearance in the crash on nublar and the "strings pulled". Meanwhile the heroes inact a plan to free marinette and after setting a trap and having a heart to heart, marinette is freed, but the sixth charge has been charged fully. They return to base with marinette snug in cat noirs arms, unaware he knows she killed Gabriel aggreste. Norma khan and claire join them, and norma thanks angor for freeing her and saying the blinds are being pulled back on her dream memory.

Zoe, marc and Ben find chloe in a shock trap, sending shocks every so often and note a damp floor as chloe asks if zoe's here. She replies as she catches john leaving and gives chase whilst marc tries to divert the shocks, receiving them too in some weird fashion from the wiring. Ben's booted up brooklynn's unboxing electricity and how to solve this particular current problem, and he succeeds after sweaty palms and silent panic. Following this, Ben says he's hugging bumpy tight whilst chloe tells marc that wrath's more than what they know of. Zoe catches john who's wearing a black dyed acu vest and a non attacking stance whilst juleka and mary converse that they're running out of time. John tells zoe about a tale:

An old god went to see scientists play god with dangerous results. He knew because his younger found the science in a lab. Then, he'd take action whilst the young one naps. Zoe asks what that means to which he says Wrath saw the indominous rex and in league with brooklynn as he whispers a damning secret in her ear before leaving. Speaking of brooklynn, she arrives at juleka and Mary's panic talk saying she knows what's happening, scaring the pair. The others return to base as zoe orders everyone to pay attention: she knows who wrath is.

Zoe talks of the pieces of the puzzle whilst brooklynn speaks from experience and behaviour deduction.

"Predictable, Chaotic but calm."

Marc points out the glowing bag and sewer as zoe links it to the universal icon lantern.

"Bought a raptor back. A kids tale, but rather now a show of strength."

As everyone grows shocked, Zoe explains how he's a good man, but this doesn't add up. However, it seems it's true.

"Stories and myths. A close friend. My orphanage sunshine."

Zoe reveals who wrath is: Lloyd. The room murmurs before turning silent.

"5000 years. It doesn't make sense. Lloyd's 16. Or is he my age? WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON?!"

a rift opens to the trio, as the foundation steps out:

"It means wrath's an old god, and he's trying to stop a war. By any means. Come with us, please."

#miraculous ladybug #zoe lee #Norma khan #claire nuñez #nublar six #brooklynn jwct #fanfic #jade armor #Spotify #carmen sandiego netflix #fortnite #fortnite the seven

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warpcursed · 11 months ago

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MUSE AESTHETICS: HORROR EDITION.

bold whatever applies | italics what sometimes applies [ both if it's perfect for your muse ] | strikethrough what doesn't apply & tag people. repost; don’t reblog!

CLASSIC.

black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. ghosts. dark alleys. empty streets. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. suspicion. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the American South. the American Northeast. England. analog cameras.

CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND.

aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw marks. bite marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking. backpacking.

GOTHIC.

gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. books. stitches.

PARANORMAL.

malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at unseen things. iconoclasm. black ooze. old photographs. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.

SLASHER.

bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. passing shadows. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. cut wires. character masks. scrunchies. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances.

THRILLER.

daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms. empty rooms. killer in plain sight. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots. a noise in the distance.

Stole from: @all-fleshed-out ((im love you friend))

Tagging: @chapter-master-darius @bitchofsteel @divinacaptivus @dreamsofalife @akhenaten-imhotep @ask-the-crimson-king @askthecaptiangeneral @some-old-psyker

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seldomscilence16 · 1 year ago

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Whumptober day 31:

"I thought that I was getting better."

Emptiness | setbacks | "Take it easy."

Fandom: Camp Cretaceous

Prompts: vaguely all

Short and sweet with a hint of Whump. Rewatched the last episode and was like 'damn tv 7 my ass' for the millionth time. Anywho, a short piece on how trauma bonded kids would not just return to normal the minute they return to their loved ones. I think it probably took them awhile to get to the time skip point in which they were. I may rewatch and do some rewrites or missing moments or added moments lol. This show was just too good.

TW for Panic attack (vaguely) and thoughts of death (mostly just near death experiences they faced, but also a little idealization in there.)

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Darius doesnt like making assumptions about his friends. The island showed him exactly what damage that could do- even when he hadnt meant to, hadnt known he had been, but it was no excuse- he made a promise to himself to treat them right. His only friends.

So when his nightmares come back with a vengance, he doesnt breathe a word. They all went through hell and back on those Islands, they were all slowly settling back into their lives, they practically lived at eachothers houses- rotating through them because between their parents and themselves, they need the ability to verify the safety of eachother- but Darius sees them adjusting, trying to take back their previous lives with the new knowledge they have. And Darius had been right along with them, writing about their experiences and the lessons learned-

But now here he was.

He awoke quietly, far to use to the need of stealth and the light sleepers around him, he could still feel the hot wet breath of death encompassing. Its hard with a trembling body, but he manages to make it around the other sleeping teens and to the bathroom down the hall. They're at Yaz's house this time around, her mother's room on the second floor while they reside in the basement so hes not worried about her hearing him.

He slides down the wall as soon as he closes the door, theres soft moonlight coming from a small window above the shower, but the room remains mostly shadows. Theres cant be light, it will attract-

No. There could be. He just has to stand and hit the switch, because there is power here and no dinosaurs. He stares blankly at the cabinets instead, what use would light do him anyway? He was just gonna sit here like a lump anyway. He didnt need any light other than the moon, shining off tile, while he sits doing nothing. There is nothing productive to do now, no planning or night watch, no fighting bad guys or identifying dinosaur noises. Just his own breathing as a dream that mixed reality and his worst fears, plays over and over in his mind.

He had made so many mistakes.

He can think of so many instances where something he did had put one of his friends in danger. Things that had them almost dieing, heck Sammy practically had! And Ben, and Brooklyn, and Yaz and Kenji and Doctor Mae and-

And so many people had died.

Ones perfectly fine killing kids.

And others… who had just come to a park to have fun.

He had come so close multiple times too, but… if he had died instead of one of the others than, would that have been so bad?

Kenji rolls over, eyes squinting open, expecting to see the familiar form of his sleeping brother, the empty space that meets him instead has his heart rate spiking and his breath catching. He sits up- too quickly, it startles everyone else, but Darius is GONE- eyes tracking the entire room before he's reminded his brain of the fact they are NOT on the Islands. Darius hasnt been eaten by dinosaurs, but the panic still lingers that they CANT FIND HIM.

"Maybe… he just went to the bathroom?" Sammy offers, although shes already starting to stand.

"The lights off." Yaz is already standing at the hallway, "Doors closed though."

Kenji ventures forward first. Brooklyn close behind, and the others just behind her.

He knocks lightly, frowning further at the lack of response, he glances behind him and gets several nods, opens the door slightly. As expected, it's dark inside, the moon's glow barely illuminates the figure against the wall.

Darius doesn't react to his presence, his stare is blank, body motionless except for the slightest breath. It's terrifying to see such an emptiness in usually such bright eyes. There's raised red marks on his hand, wet and crusting with blood, Kenji's lips purse sadly. Swallowing thickly, he reaches out a careful hand, touches his knee lightly, expecting the flinch,

"Take it easy." He says softly, "You're safe."

It takes several moments, all of them crowded together on the floor of the bathroom- Ben actually sitting in the tub to make more space- allowing Darius the time he needs to come back to them. When he finally makes eye contact, it's hesitant, as if waiting for something.

"Hey bud, how you feelin?" Kenji's voice is gentle, nothing extra in his voice, his eyes hold a worry to them- they all do- but no judgment or anger.

Darius wants to tell them he's fine. That he's sorry. That it's nothing and they can go back to sleep. That everything is proceeding forward as it's supposed to. He opens his mouth to say just that,

"I thought that I was getting better."

That is not what he wanted to say. Seriously brain what the heck?? He can't be bringing them down like this-

"Hey, you are, we all are Darius. Setbacks are normal, and together we can make sure they don't last long." Brooklyn's soft voice breaks his thoughts, and his head snaps up to stare at her.

"You want to know my first thought when I couldn't find you?" Kenji asks, drawing his attention next, the curious look has the corners of his mouth twitching up before they fall again, "I thought you might of been eaten, or being chased, I-" he swallows the emotion, blinking back the wetness in his eyes, Darius reaches out and takes his hand.

"Sorry." And he means it, puts as much emotion as he can into the word, directing it at the room at large.

They were all healing. They all had moments of weakness. But they were a team, they had each other's backs, and for every step backwards, someone would be there to pull you forward again.

#whumptober 2023 #no.31 #I thought that I was getting better.#lyric #emptiness #setbacks #“take it easy.”#camp cretaceous #fic #angst #darius angst #found family #canon violence mentions #i did all 31 days again :)

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daedaluscried · 10 months ago

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@x-whiskeylullaby-x

" ... Why have you summoned me? " The Fear, all shadows and creeping darkness, "Disgusting peon. Name your purpose. "

#x whiskeylullaby x #.shadows and nightmares (DARIUS)#god au tbt

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ask-sibverse · 11 months ago

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Oh wow a new fic! So who are the new characters? I recognize Bella and Daisy from their art posts and the floral fic you write.

So Kage and Yume are from the verse we've listed as Ukiyoverse, which I've talked about more here. Their sibverse relationship is... Complicated, to put it mildly. In the new timeline (which I refer to as harem timeline in my own notes) their relationship is a lot better however they were the twin princes of Ukiyo, which was recently conquered by the "demon king" Darius. Several other Ukiyoverse characters will appear as well- Yuki, Kumo, Hokori (Dust), and Kira (Killer)

The "main verse" characters consist of Nox and Reve, who are twin emperors of the Apple Kingdom, their younger brothers Star and Glass, and both the adult and child versions of the bad Sanses and Star Sanses.

Then you have Coder, who is Shard's Ink. In sibverse Coder is a chaos gremlin Ink with the ability to access code, hence his nickname. In this timeline he is a spy with shadow abilities. Shard will be appearing as well. You also have Swad and Swan, who are VERY different from sibverse due to some biiiiig spoilers

Of the Floralverse characters we have Bella (Nightmare) and Daisy (Dream), who are assigned to look after Yume and Kage, and Cam (Camellia, Ink) who is assisting the castle doctors Cura (a healer Ink), Scifi, and Jūi (Scifi and Jūi are his spouses, which is a relationship you'll find in both timelines). Coder and Cam are twins as well in the harem timeline, due to certain spoilers in sibverse.

In addition to that there are quite a few that haven't been introduced yet, but can are mentioned here. And Momo, an unusual skeleton with the ability to see the future and pretty friggin incredible magic.

#sibverse #cycleverse #dreamtale dream #nightmare sans #dream sans #dreamtale nightmare #ink sans #floralverse

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waspsarebetterthanbeesanyways · 2 years ago

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Danny Phantom x Octopath Traveler, Danny is Therion AU. Big Octopath Traveler 1 spoilers ahead.

After reveal gone wrong, Danny goes into the Infinite Realms and gets yeeted into Orsterra via natural portal. The portal promptly closes, leaving him stranded. Danny isn’t doing the best physically — if this is one where Danny has Therion’s looks I figure he’d be stuck in ghost form with his powers shorted out, or something along those lines. Danny can’t read Orsterra’s language and he looks like a fucked up druggie when you can’t see his scars, so he’s not having any luck getting an honest job, and he’s just having a terrible time all around. So of course he turns to stealing to get by.

Eventually he gets arrested, gets thrown in the gaol, and meets Darius. Therion’s backstory happens ✨jazz hands✨. So when Darius yeets Danny!Therion off the cliff, he survives by having his powers reactivate at the last second.

For balancing purposes I figure I’d have his powers still be kind of chintzy still, like maybe he can’t use them without absorbing energy from other people (tying into Thief class skills.)

This still allows Danny!Therion to completely fuck with canon though.

Like in Chapter 1 Therion, Danny!Therion sees Heathcote and grabs the dragonstone and goes invisible and intangible and leaves. Heathcote and Cordelia are having aneurysms because their last Important Magical MacGuffin just fuckin poofed out of existence. Meanwhile Danny!Therion has no earthly clue why people keep trying to kill him, and wrongly assumes it’s because they know he’s a ghost.

I figure if canon needs to be kept intact, Danny!Therion could steal the Chapter 2 dragonstone on request of that one scholar dude (can’t remember name.) Alternatively, maybe Darius gets it and tracks down Danny!Therion for the one he’s got. I don’t know, I just want Danny!Therion to completely fuck with Darius. Like Darius tries to fondle Danny!Therion’s shoulder creepily like he does in canon but Danny!Therion goes intangible and puts on his most disturbing eldritch act. “You couldn’t kill what was already dead, Darius,” or, “Did you really never think I’d come back to haunt you?” And then he turns into a shadow with way to many teeth or something. I just want Darius to have nightmares about it for the rest of his life. The bitch deserves it.

Bonus points for Cyrus being completely convinced Danny!Therion is some sort of undead automaton and trying to figure out which of his traveling companions is an evil necromancer. Maybe Alfyn was the second character in the group and Cyrus hears that Danny!Therion helped Alfyn with the snake problem in Alfyn Chapter 1 and misinterprets that. Just, I definitely want Cyrus to think it’s Alfyn or Ophelia or Tressa i.e. one of the cinnamon rolls. On the angst side, we have Danny!Therion being dehumanized again, with an extra side dish of his scientist specific trauma!

And my last ideas revolve around the various ghosts Octopath Traveler could produce. Like, Primrose’s dad? The old King of Hornburg? Lots of options here. Maybe Orsterra’s gods are ghosts? So we get ghost fights for the advanced classes and maybe Danny!Therion meets Aelfric and is all like “oh yeah dude’s great” and just baffles and astounds Ophelia and the church crowd.

#fanfic prompt #octopath traveler #octopath therion #danny phantom #danny phantom crossover

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explorya88 · 1 year ago

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**Warning: Content Advisory**

This fanfic contains sensitive and serious themes that may be difficult for some readers. If you are uncomfortable with topics such as [Violence, moral questionable behaviors, explicit contents and many others], it's advisable to reconsider reading further. Your well-being is important to me, and i encourage you to prioritize your emotional health. Take care, and thank you for understanding.

This short tale is placed fourth months after Darius went M.I.A.

Pride: The Morning Star

Seed of Divashma: Vinca how are doing?

Vinca: Nothing that you should know!

Seed of Divashma: Right stubborn, stubborn and more stubborn lady pride the proudful one.

Vinca is aware of being described by everyone who know or heard about her, as a woman who personifies the sin of pride. To quote a fashion magazine she had read out of boredom: Vinca demeanor radiates an unwavering sense of self-worth, as if she were the embodiment of pride itself. With every step, she exudes an air of superiority, her posture erect and her gaze piercing, as though she holds herself above all others. Her words are laced with haughtiness, and she rarely acknowledges the accomplishments or opinions of those around her, firmly ensconced in her own elevated self-image. It's as if pride courses through her veins, shaping her every action and word. Of course she is proud of herself, she is the prodigy child, an internationally successful successful model, she and Deadly Sin circus are the hottest and most popular act in all of U.S.A., the nightmare and terror of the demons who can only obey them or die . She then looks at her wonderful, sweet and beautiful woman Dracaena sleeping peacefully. Vinca smiles, seeing Dracaena sleeping peacefully. She can't help but be filled with pride for her lover. They have been together for so long, and she has never met anyone who could make her heart beat faster like Dracaena does. She reaches out and caresses Dracaena's hair, trying her best to resist the temptation to wake her up, so she goes to at the windowsill reflecting on the events of the last few days...

Vinca: I look at Dracaena, I feel my pride fade away. What if she doesn't love me anymore? What if she finds someone else, someone more worthy?

I push these doubts away, but they lurk in the back of my mind, like a demon waiting to strike. I realize then that love isn't just a feeling. It's a choice, a decision to cherish and appreciate the person in front of you, flaws and all. And I choose to love Dracaena with all my heart, because she deserves it.

Seed of Divashma: Then why are so small, afraid of your own shadow and always two step away to give up everything? Oh, wait now i got it, effectively since you caught Yvette comforting Dracaena after your mishap days ago that lead this night, so the things are...

You are afraid to lose yout best friend Yvette because you never realized her feelings about your girlfried and you're kicking yourself, consider yourself a blind fool and and an almight idiot since then.

Alternatively, you are afraid that Dracaena will see you in this pathetic state and dump you for someone better than you, maybe your best friend Yvette.

The combination of the above options.

Vinca: F*** you! Who are for telling me this? You know who i am? I am Vinca! I'm Pride Sin Assassin and....

Seed of Divashma: Someone who need help, luckly for you, my creator and your benefactor Tyrant Darius gift you with me and implant me in you throught...i can't say it, this is spoiler!

Vinca: How? Why? What do you mean? Explain yourself because you're kinda losing me here.

Seed of Divashma: Of course, my creator Tyrant Darius is very grateful of the fact that you're protecting his girlfriend and him from his `so called friends`, so he gift you with the possibility to free you from all your foolish chains whose name are morality, restraints, shame and leaving behind all your regrets and dread. You can finally take what is yours! Money, foods, clothes, animals and you can be the wife for Dracaena...and for Yvette.

Vinca: Yvette? What does all this have to do with her?

Seed of Divashma: ARE YOU DAFT VINCA WREN!?! Oh, i'm sorry you got difficult days and nobody to confide but don't worry merge with me, become your true self and you can love them as they deserve and they'll love you as you deserve as well and as bonus you will have the power to steal souls, use them in any ways you want!

Vinca reflected at the Seed of Divashma's enticing proposition, the words echoing in her mind like a haunting melody. The promise of true self-discovery and unconditional love stirred conflicting emotions within her. The idea of merging and gaining unimaginable power tempted her weary soul, yet the darkness of stealing souls gave her pause.

Seed of Divashma: Why resist? Embrace your true self. Imagine the power you could wield, the love you could experience without limits.

In that moment of contemplation, Vinca grappled with the choice between surrendering to the allure of forbidden power or reject it.

Vinca: But at what cost? Is the promise of power worth sacrificing the essence of who I am?

The Seed of Divashma reveled in its subtle influence, a quiet chuckle resonating within the recesses of its essence as Vinca's internal struggle unfolded. It patiently continued to weave its persuasive threads, subtly coaxing her towards the tantalizing prospect of merging and embracing the potent transformation that awaited her. The shadows of temptation danced around Vinca's thoughts, as the seed of Divashma sowed the seeds and nurture Vinca's dark desires.

Seed of Divashma: Vinca, dear Vinca, true freedom awaits when you yield to the shadows. Let it go, and the world will be yours to shape.

Vinca: Yet i'm still conviced by your offerings seed of Divashma.

Recognizing Vinca's lingering doubts and stubbornness, the seed of Divashma sharpened its influence, preparing to unleash a compelling dream, a carefully crafted tapestry of desires and aspirations. In the realm of slumber, it wove scenes of unimaginable power, unconditional love, and a self-realization that transcended any mortal constraints.

Dream sequence:

Worshipper 1: We worship you, Goddess Vinca, we follow your teachings and abide by your laws!

Worshipper 2: Our love and adoration for you are boundless, Your Excellency! We are honored to be in your presence!

Vinca, sitting on her throne, smiled warmly at her followers, feeling their love and devotion. She spoke in a calm and loving tone.

Vinca: Thank you, my lovelies. It warms my heart to know that you are so faithful to me. Your devotion and obedience bring me great joy. You have brought me a gift worthy of my divine power. I thank you for this prisoner whose ability to control plants shall be of great use in overseeing my kingdom.

She motioned to the prisoner.

Vinca: Come forward, prisoner. What is your name and where do you hail from?

The man ignored her question and fight for his life by impaling her with a tree but she casually block his attack and het body shifted into a flowing slime, covering the man like a cocoon. The man is stunned by the display of power.

Prisoner: What magic is this?

Vinca is amused by the man's confusion. She replies in a patronizing tone.

Vinca: This is the manifestation of my divinity, fool. You should be grateful that I'm allowing you a glimpse of my true power. Now, it's time to be assimilated by me.

The man struggles to break free of the viscous slime that envelops him, his desperation growing with each passing moment. Vinca is amused by his futile efforts. She speaks in a tone that conveys both disdain and pleasure.

Vinca: Are you really so foolish to think you can defeat me? I am a goddess and you are but a mortal. Your struggles amuse me, so continue struggling, I will allow it. She smiles, relishing in the man's helplessness.

The man continues to struggle but his efforts are futile, the worshippers are captivated by the man's futile and pathetic attempts to break free from the goddess's grasp. They watch his efforts with sadistic glee, mocking him as he struggles.

Worshippers 3: Useless fool. See how helpless you are against the power of our goddess.

They enjoy the display of the man's hopeless situation. Vinca continues to revel in her power and watches the whole situation with amusement.

Vinca: Be entertained, my worshippers, take pleasure in this man's weakness!

She says, enjoying the suffering of the man. The man continues to fight, but his effort is futile. He tries to escape but is held firm by Vinca's power. His blows have no effect on her, and he grows weaker with each blow as his energy is drained by Vinca's absorption. The worshippers, however, are enraptured by the scene. They watch in silence, mesmerized by the power of their goddess and the man's futile struggles.

Worshipers: See how helpless the mortal man is against the power of the divine Vinca.

One of the worshippers says, delight in their eyes.

Worshipers 4: is life force is being used to nourish the divine power of our Goddess.

The man's power is slowly absorbed, his life force fueling the power of the goddess. The worshippers watch in awe as the man's power is slowly assimilated by the divine power of their goddess. Once the man's power is fully consumed, the goddess Vinca rises from her throne and smiles. She speaks in a commanding tone to her worshippers.

Vinca: It is done. I have absorbed the power of this foolish mortal and now it is mine. I shall now create a kingdom that is beyond mortal comprehension, fueled by the power of my plants. You, my loyal worshippers, shall be the rulers of this kingdom, and I will be your patron goddess.

The worshippers cheer, delighted at her decision to create a kingdom that exceeds the mortal realm. Then the dream shifts and Vinca is in a large double bed all made of gold and the bones of her enemies. Together with her are deadly Yvette and sweet Dracaena naked and enjoying a talk about their day: conquered lands, enemies slayed and tributes from worshippers. Dracaena is reclining on the bed, a mischievous look on her face. Yvette, on the other hand, is sitting upright, leaning on one elbow and eyeing Dracaena with a playful smile.

Yvette: It's been a good day, my dear Dracaena. We've taken some impressive territory and received some wonderful tributes. But that's not all we'll be getting tonight. I know you have something on your mind, Dracaena.

Yvette winks and wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

Dracaena: Oh, do I now?

Dracaena replies with a sultry chuckle, as Vinca asked what's in her mind Dracaena kiss both of them, the atmosphere in the room is charged with desire and anticipation. Vinca and Dracaena remove their clothes with a playful smile, feeling the heat of Yvette's body behind them. As the women undress, their eyes are locked on Yvette, who returns their gaze with a playful, provocative smile.

Yvette: Are you ready for tonight, ladies?

Yvette asks, her voice slightly husky with lust. They all lay on the bed Vinca and Dracaena kiss each other wildly and With Yvette's enthusiastic rubbing, Dracaena lets out an excited gasp.

Dracaena: This is such a wonderful night, my wives.

She purrs in ecstasy, her pleasure evident in her voice.

Vinca: Let's give each other all our love and affection.

Vinca pulls Dracaena closer to her, their lips lock in a passionate kiss as they are lost in their moment. At the same time, Yvette leans in and starts kissing Dracaena's neck and shoulders. It is a time of passion, pleasure and contentment. Yvette reached out her hand and grabbed ahold of the tip of Dracaena’s tail. She began to massage it with her fingers, tracing circles around the scaly skin. She then brought it closer to her and slowly began to lick the tip sensually.Vinca stepped up behind Dracaena and placed her hands on her breasts. She started to massage them tenderly, sending waves of pleasure through Dracaena’s entire body. As she did this, Dracaena reached her hands around and began to return the favor to Vinca, slowly massaging her breasts. Then Dracaena is enveloped in the warm embrace of Vinca and Yvette, their bosom acting as a comforting pillow. The sensations she feels as their hands massage her head are simultaneously pleasurable and soothing. As she is surrounded by the two women, Dracaena feels loved, supported, and cherished. As she allows herself to completely relax, she feels her mind and body becoming more attuned and grounded, Dracaena's tail enwraps Vinca's bottom, a wave of pleasure shoots through her. At the same time her hands work magic on Yvette bottom, massaging and squeezing it.

Vinca: Oh, my dear Dracaena, your touch is sublime.

Vinca smiles, feeling both the warmth of Dracaena's tail and the delight of Yvette's touch.

Yvette: I'm glad you enjoy it, Vinca and Dracaena. But I have something further in mind for both of you.

Yvette responds with a sly grin, the tone of her voice sends a shiver of anticipation through Dracaena. Vinca summons her peafowl tail, the room fills with the sound of rustling feathers. The peacock is a symbol of royalty and perfection, and its presence adds a sense of decadence and luxury to the scene. Yvette, on the other hand, is not one to be outdone. She summons her nine-tailed fox, a symbol of passion and seduction. The nine tails of the fox are a sight to behold, sending a shiver of desire through Dracaena. The sight of both the peafowl and nine-tailed fox only intensifies the sense of anticipation and desire in the room. As the peafowl and nine-tailed fox keep Dracaena still, Yvette and Vinca take charge. Their skills and experience are on display as they sensually massage and kiss Dracaena, leaving her breathless with desire. The room is filled with sounds of pleasure and delight, as the women work their magic on Dracaena. The atmosphere becomes more charged with each passing moment, as Dracaena's breath becomes more rapid and her moans more intense. As the women's attention is focused on Dracaena, it's as if the rest of the world melts away, and all that matters is the pleasure.

Vinca: Freedom, love, absolute power...all mine!!!

In the ethereal realm of dreams, Vinca's resistance crumbled beneath the weight of the seed of Divashma's persuasive vision. Seduced by the allure of power and unconditional love, she eagerly embraced the shadowy tendrils that promised to redefine her existence. As the merging process commenced, an otherworldly energy enveloped Vinca, uniting her essence with the potent force of the seed of Divashma

Dream end.

In that pivotal moment, the boundaries between Vinca and the seed of Divashma blurred, creating a merging that echoed with newfound strength and mysterious potential. The dream's intoxicating symphony became a reality, and Vinca, now intertwined with the seed of Divashma's essence, stood at the threshold of a transformative journey into the realms of both darkness and unimaginable power.

Vinca: I AM PRIDE THE MORNING STAR!!! Everyone and everything will knee before, the weak shall be cleansed of all it's weakness, i will strip and assimilate the power of the unworthy and i will create an army that will conquer the world!!!

Tyrant Darius: I'm happy you love THIS much my gift.

Vinca: Darius, you goddamn shitting fuc* idiot, you have the slightest idea how worried Fang is?

Tyrant Darius: I know, i talked to her in her but as much i desire to be her right now but first Kozholok must die otherwise we can never be together forever.

Vinca: Touché but why are you contact me? Isn't for chit chat for sure.

Tyrant Darius: Clever as ever Vinca, first i want to thank you for protecting Fang, second like you said you will go to create an army worth of you and your future kingdom, third defeat and assimilate Nitsa so you can become the Pride Demon Goddess and oh fourth from this night and onward you will me call Tyrant Darius the Dark Prince, the Lord of Excess, the Master of Pleasure and Perfection Incarnate.

Vinca: I can simply call you Tyrant Darius? Your name is kinda mounthful to remember and pronounce.

Tyrant Darius: You can do it my friend, but for everyone else other than you (deadly sin of circus, night of sin circus and our loved ones) they will be annihilated, obliterated and swept away!!!

Vinca: A bit theatrical my sovereign.

Tyrant Darius: I blame your sister for the bad influence, still mark my words Vinca, you and our fellow friends aren't my subordinates but my fellow Demon Deity Sovereigns. Now go, became what you meant to be.

With Tyrant Darius gone to do his business Vinca proced to go find, strip and assimilate the power of the unworthy. So Vinca stood and waited, hidden in the shadows, his mind racing. He knew that Lucio would come around the corner, completely unaware that he was about to face Vinca, a being more powerful than he could fathom. As soon as Lucio appeared, Vinca stepped out of the shadows and used his paralyzing abilities to stop him in his tracks. Then, with lightning-fast precision, he broke Lucio's arms and legs, ensuring he was immobilized.

Vinca: Foolish mortal, i have come for your power Vinca spoke, his voice dripping with malice. Don't waste your breath, human. Your pleas are meaningless to me.

With a mocking tone, Vinca spoke, his gaze locking onto Lucio's with an unflinching stare.

Vinca: I am Pride the Morning Star, a being far beyond your comprehension. And your power? It is merely a trinket in my eyes. I take what I want, and you have no say in the matter.

The look in Vinca's eyes showed that she was fully committed and utterly merciless. As she spoke, she created a tongue from her shadow and it lapped at Lucio's flesh like a hungry wolf, Vinca's tongue continued its relentless licking, Lucio's struggles and defiance gradually began to fade. He could feel his strength fading, and his will to resist weakening.

Vinca: So, what do you have to say now? Where is your defiance, your fighting spirit? Or have you finally realized the hopelessness of your situation?

The question was more a taunt than a genuine inquiry. Vinca's dominance was absolute, and Lucio had no choice but to submit to it.

Lucio: I yield.

He finally relented, his voice barely more than a whisper. Vinca's malevolent grin widened as she commanded her shadows to methodically envelop Lucio, relishing in the impending demise and the absorption of his power. Vinca's chilling laughter echoed as Lucio struggled in the murky abyss of her shadows.

Vinca: Oh, Lucio, savor the illusion of escape. Sink into the darkness; your power will soon be mine, and your resistance, a mere memory.

She taunted, reveling in his futile efforts, Lucio, gasping for breath, managed a defiant glare.

Lucio: You won't break me.

He spat out, determination in his eyes. Vinca chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down Lucio's spine.

Vinca: Bravery in the face of defeat. How amusing.

She raised her hand, and the shadows responded, pulling Lucio even deeper into their inky grasp.

Vinca: Your resistance only adds to my delight!

As the shadows continued their slow, suffocating descent, Lucio felt his strength waning. Vinca leaned in, her voice a venomous whisper.

Vinca: Embrace the darkness, Lucio. It's futile to fight. Your power will become a part of me.

The air grew heavy with the impending absorption, and Lucio's struggles weakened. Vinca's eyes glowed with a dark triumph, relishing the moment she would assimilate not just his power but his very essence, as the shadows completed their conquest, Lucio's form dissolved into the darkness, his essence merging seamlessly with Vinca's malevolent power. Vinca, now imbued with newfound strength, threw her head back and let out a triumphant, echoing cackle that resonated through the night.

Vinca: Your essence now flows within me Lucio, a mere whisper in the symphony of my dominance. I am the night's mistress, the one who commands the unseen. Your feeble attempts to defy me were but an amusement, a fleeting moment in the grand tapestry of my supremacy, the shadows bow to my will, and now, so too shall the world.

With newfound vigor, Vinca, hide herself in shadows, set her sights on the horizon, her gaze sharp and hungering for the next source of power. A predatory smile curved her lips as she surveyed the world around her, seeking the next unsuspecting prey to add to her growing power arsenals.

Vinca: The night is vast, and there are many yet untouched by the grasp of my shadows.

She mused, her voice carrying an insidious undertone. Vinca, now a living embodiment of darkness, moved with an ethereal grace as she advanced into the unknown, ready to entwine her essence with the next unfortunate soul who crossed her path. The air itself seemed to quiver with anticipation as Vinca, Pride the Morning Star, embarked on her relentless quest for dominion, each step echoing the ominous rhythm of her insatiable thirst for power, sensed another powerful unworthy wielder of a good power Vinca,, approached with a calculated demeanor. With a sinister smile, she unleashed a shadowy tendril that wrapped around Maria a wielder of magnetic power, rendering her magnetic abilities inert. The air crackled with suppressed energy as Vinca reveled in her newfound advantage.

Vinca: Ah, Maria, Your magnetic `charm` is quite impressive, but in the realm of shadows, it pales in comparison. Your power now belongs to me, a mere puppet in my grand design.

Vinca purred, her voice dripping with malevolence, adMaria stood paralyzed, Vinca circled her, relishing the helplessness in Maria's eyes.

Vinca: You thought you could defy the inevitable, but here you are, ensnared by the very darkness you underestimated. How does it feel to be at the mercy of a superior force?

Vinca's taunts echoed in the stillness, the shadows amplifying her words as she continued to tighten her grip on Maria. Vinca, reveling in her dominance, extended a shadowy tendril with a swift, calculated motion, the inky appendage lashed out, cracking through the air as it struck Maria with an unsettling precision the shadows, now wielded as a weapon, left a chilling imprint on Maria's paralyzed form.

Vinca: As you embraced your magnetic power, now feel the darkness.

Vinca sneered, each word punctuated by the echoing impact of her shadowy lash. The atmosphere pulsed with an eerie energy as Vinca continued her taunts, the shadows coiling around Maria like a serpent tightening its grip, Maria, unable to move, could only endure the torment inflicted by Vinca's malevolent power, with a sadistic glint in her eyes, Vinca continued to assert her dominance, the shadows responding with an unsettling obedience to her every whim, with a sinister command Vinca summoned shadowy manifestations resembling bees, their forms flickering in and out of darkness, buzzing with an otherworldly menace, and descended upon the paralyzed Maria. The shadows bees, fueled by Vinca's malice, stung with an ethereal venom that amplified Maria's torment, Vinca, the puppeteer of this macabre spectacle, watched with cold satisfaction as the shadow bees surrounded Maria, creating a haunting symphony of buzzing and Maria's muted gasps.

Vinca: Your resistance is futile. The shadows obey my every desire, and now they hunger for the remnants of your strength.

Vinca declared, her voice cutting through the eerie chorus, as the shadow bees continued their relentless assault, the shadow bees, driven by Vinca's cruel command, intensified their assault, with sharp, spectral stingers, they struck Maria with a relentless fury, as the stings carried a venomous darkness that permeated her being, amplifying the pain and torment, Vinca, observing Maria's agony with a sadistic satisfaction, spoke with a chilling calmness.

Vinca: Feel the venom of shadows coursing through you, Maria. Your strength is now a conduit for my malevolence.

The night air echoed with Maria's stifled cries as the shadow bees continued their relentless onslaught and with a final, malevolent flourish, Vinca commanded the shadow bees to coalesce into a serpent of darkness, the ethereal creature slithered toward the tormented Maria, its form undulating with an ominous grace. As it enveloped her, the serpent tightened its shadowy coils, and with a haunting gulp, Maria was swallowed whole and return to Vinca so she can assimilated the essence of Maria's magnetic power, once finished she felt the surge of strength coursing through her. A wicked smile played on her lips as she absorbed the last remnants of Maria's abilities, the night bore witness to the unholy transformation, shadows and stolen power merging seamlessly.

Vinca: Now, Maria, your existence is but a fading echo in the symphony of my dominion. Your power is mine and your demise, a testament of the might of Pride the Morning Star!

Then she decide to go a underground arena know to host fights with superpowered peoples. The air crackled with anticipation as she entered the dimly lit venue, shadows clinging to her like loyal servants, q sinister grin adorned Vinca's face as she surveyed the diverse array of superpowered individuals gathered for the clandestine clashes.

Vinca: Ah, an arena ripe with potential prey, pyrokinesis, acidkinesis, metalkines...

She mused, her eyes glinting with the hunger for more powers to assimilate, as the battles unfolded in the darkened arena, Vinca became the silent orchestrator of her own conquest, choosing her next targets with a predatory precision, shadows coiled around her, awaiting the inevitable moment when she would unleash their consuming embrace upon those who dared to challenge her. The underground arena, once a battleground for the powerful, now became the stage for Vinca's insatiable quest for dominance, each confrontation a step closer to her becoming a Demon Goddess, as the announcer was going to say the winner, in a malevolent display of power, Vinca's shadows surged forth, expanding with an eerie swiftness to engulf the entire underground arena, the announcer's voice wavered, the shadows cast a suffocating darkness, rendering both participants and spectators motionless. Vinca, now the undisputed sovereign of shadows, extended tendrils of darkness that transformed into serpentine tongues and with an unsettling grace, these shadowy appendages slithered through the immobilized crowd, licking and lapping at each individual like twisted lollipops. A perverse amusement danced in Vinca's eyes as she reveled in the discomfort of those caught in the shadows' intimate caress.

Vinca: Savor the taste of submission.

She whispered, her voice echoing through the paralyzed arena, the eerie spectacle unfolded as the shadow tongues explored, leaving a trail of shivers and unease in their wake, the once-mighty contenders and spectators, now subjects to Vinca's macabre whims, could only endure the unsettling sensation, their powers absorbed, their will subdued by the shadowy enchantment, in this unholy display, Vinca further solidified her dominion, leaving the underground arena tainted with the mark of her dark and insatiable conquest. Not satisfied enough, Vinca summon shadowy hands that materialized with an eerie dexterity, these insidious appendages set to work, expertly tickling and tormenting the immobilized individuals in the arena, laughter, both nervous and forced, filled the air as the shadow hands explored the vulnerability of those ensnared. Vinca, the puppeteer of this twisted performance, watched with sadistic glee as mirthful sounds mingled with the discomfort of her captive audience.

Vinca: Enjoy the amusement, my prey.

Vinca declared, her voice cutting through the echoing laughter as the once-mighty, now reduced to helpless playthings, squirmed under the ticklish embrace of the shadows, their powers drained and their spirits broken by Vinca's relentless pursuit of dominance, un this perverse spectacle, Vinca's shadowy whims became the unyielding law, and the underground arena transformed into a haunting theater of her malevolent rule. Then Vinca's conjured shadowy hands with a new, punishing purpose. With a wicked edge to her laughter, she orchestrated a macabre dance of spanks, each strike accompanied by mocking coos that taunted the once-mighty individuals now subjected to her whims.

Vinca: Weaklings, useless, patetic waste of powers.

Vinca sneered, her voice a venomous whisper, the shadows, like cruel instruments, administered spanks that echoed through the paralyzed arena, mingling with the awkward laughter turned to uncomfortable gasps. Her dominance asserted, Vinca reveled in their vulnerability.

Vinca: Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

She taunted, relishing in the spectacle of those who once thought themselves powerful, now reduced to playthings in the shadowy hands of their merciless conqueror and the underground arena, once a place of fierce competition, now bore witness to Vinca's sadistic carnival, a nightmarish display where laughter and mockery intertwined in the haunting symphony of her absolute rule. In a crescendo of malevolence, Vinca summoned a monstrous shadowy maw that materialized in the midst of the paralyzed crowd. The nightmarish mouth opened wide, its grotesque appearance striking fear into those who could only watch, helpless and immobilized and with a predatory hunger, the shadowy jaws crunched down on the unfortunate individuals, consuming them like macabre candies. Vinca's laughter echoed through the arena as the assimilation of powers continued, each victim adding to her growing arsenal.

Vinca: Delicious.

She murmured, the shadows pulsating with newfound strength, the once defiant and powerful beings were now nothing more than echoes in the abyss of Vinca's dominance, the grotesque feast unfolded, Vinca, now closer to demonic godhood, stood at the center of the darkened arena, a triumphant force that had swallowed both will and strength, leaving nothing but the haunting echoes of her conquest, a chilling silence settled over the paralyzed arena, broken only by Vinca's ominous laughter echoing through the shadows.

Vinca: Behold me, the true victor, No one here can escape the grasp of my dominion.

She declared, as she fully assimilate them and their powers. Then the shadows coiled around her, carrying the echoes of sorrow and torment, as Vinca, ventured forth to recruit those worthy enough to become Pride Demons and members of her army, so she warped where according to Dracaena lies the secret database of all sin assassins and seer assassins: in the Mirror Maze at Paradox Museum, as she venturing Vinca seeks the secret database hidden there. Vinca found the main pc, she sit and proced to find and analyze the best sin assassins and seer assassins with the best superpowers, her fingers dancing across the keyboard, mutters to herself in the glow of the main computer.

Vinca: Let's see... sin assassins, seer assassins. Ah, here we go. Sorting by superpowers now. This should reveal the cream of the crop.

Her eyes narrow with focus as she sifts through the data, searching for the perfect blend of skills and abilities. Two sin assassin whom are guarding this place attack her.

Sin Assassin 1: Intruder! You won't leave this place alive.

Sin Assassin 2: Prepare to face the consequences of trespassing, Vinca!!!

Vinca, calmly issuing commands as she if allow anyone to ambush her.

Vinca: Shadows, ensnare them. Paralyze but don't harm.

The room darkens as her shadowy ally swiftly responds to her command, immobilizing the attackers without causing harm, Vinca, undeterred, continues her search amidst the subdued sin assassins.

Vinca: Now, let's get back to business. I need the best of the best for my army.

As the shadows maintain their hold on the attackers, Vinca delves deeper into the database, determined to recruit formidable allies for her cause.

Sin Assassin 1: What... what is this darkness? I can't move.

Sin Assassin 2: Vinca, you won't break us with your shadows.

Vinca, calmly issuing commands: Shadows, gently sap their willpower. We need them subdued, not broken. The shadows, following Vinca's command, delicately wrap around the sin assassins' heads, draining their willpower without causing harm.

Sin Assassin 1, with weakening voice: Vinca... What... are you doing?

Sin Assassin 2, struggling to resist: This... darkness is... too much.

Vinca: Shadows, keep gently drain their willpower until they submit.

Vinca, undeterred, continues her mission amidst the eerie atmosphere of the Paradox Museum's Mirror Maze, while the shadows feed the seed of Divashma. The weakened sin assassins, drained of willpower, are exposed to the corrupting influence of the seed of Divashma, dark energy emanates from the seed of Divashma, weaving its tendrils around the subdued assassins, transforming them into loyal servants of Vinca, the aspiring Pride Demon Goddess.

Sin Assassin 1 (voice now tainted): Vinca... our allegiance is yours.

Sin Assassin 2 (eyes glazed with corruption): We serve... the Pride Demon Goddess.

Vinca, empowered by their newfound loyalty, proceeds with her mission, a growing army of corrupted sin assassins at her command, her fingers continue to dance across the keyboard as she analyzes the sin assassins in the secret database. The glow of the main computer illuminates her focused expression:

1) Name: Seraphina Smith

Gender: Female

Powers: Illusion casting, telekinesis, and energy draining.

2) Name: Thorne Ford

Gender: Male

Powers: Blood manipulation, enhanced strength, and regeneration.

3) Name: Vespera Johnson

Gender: Bigender

Powers: Cryomancy.

4) Name: Harith Awolowo

Gender: No-binary

Powers: Venomancy.

And many others, Vinca satisfied with her selection, swiftly warps all the chosen sin assassins to her location within the Mirror Maze. With a calculated gesture, she employs her shadows to paralyze them, ensuring complete submission.

Vinca (commanding the shadows): Embrace the stillness, my chosen ones. Your allegiance to me is sealed!!!

Thorne Ford: Vinca, we are yours to command.

Seraphina Smith: The shadows... You guide us, mistress.

Harith Awolowo: Our blades await your will, Vinca.

Vespera Johnson: Souls entwined, we serve you, Pride the Morning Star.

So all the one hundred eleveen sin assassins, bound by the shadows and drained of resistance, speak with unified submission. Their once-independent voices now harmonize in a chorus of obedience, ready to carry out Vinca's dark desires within the mirrored labyrinth of the Paradox Museum. Vinca, then intones with authority. Vinca: Consume the seed of Divashma, let its essence merge with your being. Embrace the transformation, become the formidable hybrid Sin Demon Assassins you are destined to be. The Sin Assassins, entranced by Vinca's command, heed of seed of Divashma words, they all swallow the seed of Divashma.

Sin Assassin 1: What is this... power?

Seed of Divashma: Feel the shadows within you, merging, becoming one with me.

Sin Assassin 2: It's overwhelming, but... exhilarating.

Sin Assassin 3: Our voices, our spirits, they're merging.

Seed of Divashma: Unity is strength. Embrace the symphony of darkness that flows through you.

Sin Assassin 4: I can sense the shadows dancing within me.

Vinca: Embrace it fully. You are no longer individuals but a collective force bound by the power of Divashma and the power of you goddess Pride the Morning Star!

Sin Demon Assassins (in unison): We are one, sin demon assassins and perfection embodied.

Vinca's laughter echoed triumphantly through the transformed Sin Demon Assassins as their bodies underwent further metamorphosis, mutating their body in robot-like angels reminiscent of Shin Megami Tensei games. Glistening metallic wings unfolded from their backs, and ethereal circuitry traced patterns across their now cybernetic forms. Each assassin stood as a fusion of magic and machine, their once-human features replaced by a cyber-angelic body.

Vinca: Witness the perfection of your new forms, my Sin Demon Assassins. Revel in the pride of becoming instruments of my will. Together, we shall embark on a journey to conquer the world.

Sin Demon Assassins: Our consciousness intertwines in a surreal dance of magic and technology. Metallic wings extend from our backs, each circuit and gear humming with the essence of the seed of Divashma. We feel the power surging within us, a symphony of magic and mechanics harmonizing to the beat of our master's desires.

Pride swells within us as we gaze upon our perfected forms, a fusion of sinister elegance and cybernetic might. The world awaits our master absolute dominion, and our loyalty to Pride the Morning Star pulses as one heart is beating in our collective existence. We are no longer mere sin assassins; we are Sin Demon Assassins instruments of conquest, ready to cast our shadows across the world and fulfill the destiny that binds us to our master. Vinca led the Sin Demon Assassins to Red Canyon, in the crimson glow of the canyon, Nitsa awaited, a formidable force herself. Vinca's eyes glinted with determination as the clash between dark powers loomed.

Nitsa: Vinca, you dare challenge me alongside these useless minions?

Vinca (with a sinister smile): They are more than minions; they are the embodiment of my will.

The Sin Demon Assassins advanced, their forms casting ominous shadows. The air crackled with anticipation as Vinca confronted Nitsa, each move calculated to absorb the powers of her adversary.

Vinca: Your powers will become mine, Nitsa, and I shall ascend to become a Pride Demon Goddess.

The battle commenced, a dance of two demoness echoing through Red Canyon as Vinca sought to claim Nitsa's powers and ascend to a demon deity. The clash between Vinca and Nitsa unfolded in a symphony of power, each move met with a calculated counter as the Sin Demon Assassins watched, ready to obey their master's commands.

Vinca: You are a worthy adversary, Nitsa. But your powers will soon belong to me.

Nitsa (with a sly grin): You underestimate my strength. This battle is far from decided.

The canyon echoed with the resonance of their powers, creating an atmosphere of tension and anticipation. The Sin Demon Assassins, standing at the sidelines, remained poised for Vinca's next command, as the battle raged on, it became clear that this confrontation between Vinca and Nitsa was an intricate dance of power, each combatant evenly matched in their pursuit of dominance over the other. The outcome hung in the balance, a precarious equilibrium in the heart of Red Canyon. Then Vinca use the cryomancy to envelope Nitsa's form, freezing her body in an icy cocoon. Only Nitsa's head remained free, locked in a gaze with Vinca. The Sin Demon Assassins observed with their metallic eyes, the cold air carrying the weight of impending triumph.

Vinca: Frozen in your own power, Nitsa. A fitting metaphor for your defeat.

Nitsa: The cold won't shackle my spirit, Vinca.

Vinca: Let your defiance linger, for soon it shall be silenced. Meanwhile let's see how to punish you defiance.

Vinca decide to use her classic means to humiliate her opponent, reveling in her sadistic delight, summoned shadow dogs that circled Nitsa's frozen form. With gleeful mockery, they began to lick and lap at the ice as if it were a delectable treat. The Sin Demon Assassins joined in with a chorus of mocking tones, amplifying the humiliation.

Vinca: Enjoy the attention, Nitsa. Your icy prison seems to be a hit with my pets.

Nitsa's eyes burned with frustration, her frozen form unable to retaliate against the humiliating spectacle. The shadow dogs continued their mockery, casting an eerie contrast to the seriousness of the ongoing battle.

Sin Demon Assassin 1: Oh, look at the mighty Nitsa, frozen like a popsicle!

Sin Demon Assassin 2: Those shadow dogs have a taste for icy revenge, it seems.

Sin Demon Assassin 3 (mocking tone): Is this your grand plan, Nitsa? A chilling defeat?

Sin Demon Assassin 4 (cooing): Such a beautiful ice sculpture. Vinca's artistic touch is truly unparalleled.

Sin Demon Assassin 5 (sarcastically): I bet you never saw this cool twist coming, did you?

Their mocking coos and taunts echoed through Red Canyon, a surreal chorus that added insult to the icy imprisonment of Nitsa. The Sin Demon Assassins reveled in the spectacle. As Nitsa remained frozen, the shadow dogs, under Vinca's sinister command, bit into her form. The venomkinesis within their bites injected a dark poison, coursing through Nitsa's veins with a malevolent energy. The Sin Demon Assassins watched with eerie satisfaction as the venom took hold, intensifying Nitsa's vulnerability.

Vinca (with a wicked grin): A taste of my venomkinesis, Nitsa. A gift that keeps on giving.

Nitsa (weakened but defiant): Your tricks won't break me, Vinca.

The shadow dogs continued their assault, the poison weaving through Nitsa's frozen form, amplifying her suffering, the Sin Demon Assassins maintained their mocking coos, the air thick with the satisfaction of impending triumph in the hot depths of Red Canyon. Vinca tired of Vinca useless resistance, shrouded in her dark power, extended her shadows over Nitsa's frozen form. With a malevolent focus, she siphoned away Nitsa's willpower, leaving her as an empty shell, devoid of resistance.

Vinca: Your willpower is mine, Nitsa. A mere echo of resistance in the face of my dominion.

Nitsa, now hollow and defeated, gazed emptly into the abyss, then Vinca began the slow process of assimilating every aspect of Nitsa. The shadows extended further, wrapping around Nitsa's form like a consuming abyss. The Sin Demon Assassins watched in silent obedience as their master absorbed Nitsa's body, soul, mind, and powers.

Vinca: Become one with the me, Nitsa. Your essence is now mine to command.

Nitsa, once defiant, dissolved into the encroaching darkness, her existence erased as Vinca absorbed every fragment of her being. The canyon bore witness to the complete assimilation, a macabre transformation that left no trace of the defeated adversary, the Sin Demon Assassins, now imbued with fragments of Nitsa's powers, awaited their master's next command, their newfound strength derived from the Vinca ascension as Pride Demon Goddess. Vinca, having claimed victory, commanded the Sin Demon Assassins to rest within the comforting embrace of her shadows. They obeyed, their forms merging with the darkness as an eerie calm settled over them.

Vinca: Rest now, my obedient shadows. When the day of reckoning of our enemies, we shall begin our conquest.

The Sin Demon Assassins dissolved into the shadows, a silent and obedient legion awaiting the next call to darkness. Vinca, surrounded by the echoes of her laughter, embraced the tranquility of her victory, then suddenly Vinca is immersed in a vision of her triumphant future, she saw herself, Yvette, and Dracaena seated on thrones, adorned with offerings from their worshippers. The scene unfolded in a dark tapestry of power and dominion, a foreshadowing of their sovereignty that awaited them, fueled by the vision, howled a demonic laugh that echoed through the corridors of her red canyon. As the resonance of her laughter lingered, she returned home with the anticipation of the dark destiny that lay ahead.

Vinca, with a wicked grin: Long live to me, and to soon-to-be my wives and demon goddess sovereigns indeed.

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depressedhangrybitch · 1 year ago

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weird ascension of darius the great

have u ever heard of Darius the great. i mean people who are passionate in middle east’s history might or probably do know about this king since he was the first Persian ruler who actually unified the what is now known as persian empire and under his rule it went onto great heights. he kinda reminds me of Julius creaser since their story is pretty much the same :- great majestic prime then died tragically.

anyways back to the topic, what really makes me laugh about his case is not his empire and his rule but the hilarious chain of events that led to him becoming king.

never heard about this...buckle up since this is going to be a hell of a ride.

the story starts with Cyrus the great

yes that Cyrus the first to ever write a human rights tablet. great ruler. salute to this man. he was actually a distant relative of Darius.

one day he dreamed of Darius with wings behind his back one wing shadowing Europe the other Asia. Cyrus fearing that Darius might be plotting against him send him away. though Cyrus's story ends tragically i dont really feel bad for him. he died at the hands of queen Tamarius. badass lady seriously dont mess with her as Cyrus learned the hard way. she cut off Cyrus's head after he killed her son and dipped his head in the pool of his own blood. i think the exact words she said were i always keep my word and "Drink your fill of blood!. Badasssss i say with a capital B. well she had aright to be angry since Cyrus got her son slaughtered.

HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A WOMAN SCORNED!!!!!

ANYWAY I ALWAYS GET A LITTLE TOO PASSIONATE IT SEEMS.

SO after Cyrus death, as the custom dictates his eldest son should inherit the throne the problem was Cyrus had 2 sons Cambyses and smerdis.

while Cambyses was the elder one he was also a short tempered spoiled and paranoid man who had a habit of going into fits of rage and doing things he later regretted. in my opinion he was also an idiot.

there is actually a story of how when a close comrade of him told hm that he drank too much. and he was like ,”ok if i drank too much then i wouldn't be good at shooting a bow and then he had the comrade’s son stand against the wall and used him as a target board. he said that if he drank too much then he will PROBABLY miss the shot and then proceeded to shoot the comrades son in the heart IN FRONT OF THE COMRADE.

WHAT. A. DICK.

kinda like Joffrey from got.

smerdis was....

his brother?? he is not the focus here and is irrelevant.

so... FFUUUUUCCCKKK OFFFF SMERDIS!!!!!

ANYWAYS, he also had a weird mind considering he sometimes had very crazy plans that always ended in disaster.

case in point in his new years of crowning himself he had this awesome (not) plan of invading Egypt by basically sending his army through Sahara desert. SENDING AN ARMY THROUGH SAHARA DESERT!!!! l

LIKE. DUDE. WTF. IS. WRONG. WITH. YOU.?

even today i think people have not fully travelled through Sahara desert through foot or on horses and camels imagine in that time.

understandably this ended in disaster as i think we still haven't found the lost army of king Cambyses as people have named this mystery.

though he did end up conquering Egypt during the reign of pharaoh phastmik 2?? i think the name is. but the first attempt and its consequence still remain a mystery. (probably)

So when he visited Egypt he took his brother with him because he had a dream of smerdis on a throne and his form big enough to touch the heaven.

(i swear this family has weird dreams).

this nightmare made him fear that smerdis will usurp him in his absence so he ordered smerdis to come with him. now the most logical decision in these circumstances would be to go yourself and in order as to not have a power vacuum in your empire u leave a close family member to rule temporarily. but what this idiot dd? he took his brother with him and put a magician aka a complete stranger to rule in his absence.

i. am. done. with. this. guy.

soon his paranoia reached its limit and he had his brother assassinated. througha trusted confidant of his - perxasspes. after the deed was done prexasspes returned to egypt to give his master the good news.

also fun fact i dont know where this comes in the story but the guy who assassinated smerdis, perxasspes his name was i think, his son was actually killed by Cambyses.

PLOT TWIST!!!!.

when Cambyses was to return to his Syria after a successful conquest of Egypt he received very surprising news considering the circumstances - in his absence his throne has been taken by..... SMERDIS?? yeah smerdis.

or is it??

continue if u want this mystery solved. HEHEHEH......MWAHAHAHAHAHA

Cambyses at first was confused by this recent development until someone reminded him that this must be a power grab by an opportunistic usurper.

i. am. honestly. loving. this. whole. situation. really. so. far.

in his haste to reach his kingdom Cambyses accidentally stabbed his thigh with his sword while mounting his horse and died in Egypt. BUT BEFORE DYING HE INSTRUCTED HIS NOBLEMEN TO SEIZE HIS THRONE FROM THIS SMERDIS...

OR IS IT???

since he had no heirs the power vacuum that was created and the fuckup events following it are finally here so lets get STARTTTTEDDDD!!!!

the problem the Cambyses men faced was that this smerdis was an extremely popular king and majority of the population believed him to be real son of cyrus. yes this is fake smerdis. i really suck at keeping suspense *sigh*.

perxasspes the one who killed the real smerdis could have resolved this confusion but he kept his mouth shut most likely to keep himself innocent because no one is going to leave u alone if u admit that u killed a prince on his brothers orders. most likely this would have created a scandal. or because perxasses was sadist who enjoyed peoples suffering.

the smerdis on throne also kept himself in seclusion whenever possible and surrounded himself with people who never met the real smerdis so as to further protect his identity.

enter one nobleman named otanes, otanes had a sneaking suspicion as to who this imposter was. years ago during cyrus’s reign a man had his ears cut off. otanes believed that this man could be the imposter. but to find out if this was true was very difficult since the imposter king always had a turban on which hid his ears and thus he could not confirm if he had ears or lack there of. so otanes had his daughter who was part of imposter kings harem sneak up on him while he was asleep and and check if he had ears.

NOOOOOO EARSSSS!!!!!

OTANES HAD HIS SUSPICIONS CONFIRMED. THE MAN ON THE THRONE IS NOT IN FACT THE REAL SMERDIS BUT A MAN ALSO NAMED SMERDIS.

HISTORY TWISTTTTTT!!!!!!

it gets worse btw.

turns out i the magician who was tasked to keep an eye on the empire had a brother whose name was smerdis and he in the absence of cambyses and smerdis crowned his brother king. its awesome timing since the real smerdis had just been secretly murdered.

otanes now gathered a bunch of men to overthrow the false king and one of them happened to beeee.........

DARIUS!!!! our man is finally here.

it seems that darius had pieced the plot together himself and came to assist the noblemen in their rebellion.

meanwhile the fake smerdis and the magician were getting nervous because the rumors of their scheme were spreading and so to get control of their situation they enveloped perxasspes in their scheme to make a public formal announcement that the false smerdis is the real smerdis and that the real smerdis had not been killed but the weight of his lies and betrayals finally began to crumble upon the assassin. he decided that he will no longer follow the line filled with betrayals and falsehoods. he climbed on a tall building and openly denounced the false king and confessed in front of the astonished crowd that the smerdis sitting on the throne is indeed an imposter. he urged to those who were listening to him to rise up and destroy the false king and restore the true persian royal family line. then in a dramatic exit he jumped and fell to his death. he must have realized he was fucked any way so death seems like a better alternative.

back to otanes and his men, after storming the royal palace and killing the imposter and his magic bro. the noblemen took to the streets and explained the evil plot to their people and urged people to cut down any magi they see. by morning, almost every magi was slaughtered.

the people seem easily impressionable tbh.

after their successful rebellion the noblemen had to decide who will rule them. in order to decide who will be king they determined that they will mount their horse and whoevers neighs first on the sunrise will be the king.

well at least there wasnt another war. that is a very effective yet childish way to do it.

according to one version of the story darius turned to his horse master obareus for help who proceeded to help his master by rubbing his hand on one of darius horse’s favourite mare’s vulva and then just before sunrise bought it close to darius’s horse nose which caused the horse to immediately snort and whinny.

ughhhhh so disgusting!!!

and thats how my friends darius the great became the ruler of persian empire after a chain of hilarious clusterfuck of events.

well his intelligent reflects from his actions. piecing together a conspiracy theory from abroad which turned out to be accurate is pretty sherlock holmes stuff.

darius my pal hope u are proud of yourself. u really left a mark on history and ur legacy.

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