#Daemos Rising

[brights-place]

hiii im a big my inner Daemos fan, and my fav charter is pierce! can you do an angsty pierce x fem!reader? like reader gets mad at him for him doings something dumb and she ignores him?

or a fluff idc, thanksss

[My inner Demons] Pierce x Reader Warnings: Kind of Angst, comfort A/N: Pierce is such a cool character and ANGST MY BELOVED sadly I'm like aching so this isn't my best angst fic smh

Summary: Pierce does something that causes harm within his and Your relationship and he can't help but stare at you with confusion so who does he go to ask for an explanation why you won't talk to him? Sorceress/princess Ava of course!

Pierce couldn’t help but stare at you, confusion clouding his cyan eyes. His fingers, once interlaced with yours, instinctively tore away as if burned by the intensity of your gaze. Your e/c eyes usually warm were now filled with something raw, something wounded. Your brows furrowed, hands clenched into trembling fists at your sides.

“God damn it, Pierce!” you snapped, your voice laced with something sharp something that made his chest tighten. Frustration. Pain. Desperation. Your hand shot up, fingers tangling in your hair as you stared at him with an exasperation that made his stomach twist. “Can you—can you for once, please, just talk to me? I can’t—I just can’t keep guessing what you want to do! I can’t think straight when I’m around you! It’s like some endless, infuriating guessing game! I don’t understand how you just—” you sucked in a sharp breath, your eyes burning into his.

“How you just stand there and act like I don’t even matter sometimes! Like I’m not your partner!” Your voice cracked, but you refused to waver. “I’m right here, with you, and you won’t tell me anything! All you do is nod, or say ‘yes’—like some obedient lapdog that only speaks when ordered to!”

Pierce inhaled slowly, his expression unreadable “Yes.” Your eye twitched. Rage simmered beneath your skin, bubbling, threatening to spill over.

“That. That right there!” you nearly shouted, pointing at him. “You say ‘yes’ like you can’t even form a proper sentence when I’m around!”

Pierce’s fingers twitched at his sides. He should say something. Anything. But the way you looked at him. The sheer emotion in your face made something deep in his chest twist, tangle, ache. You were beautiful. Even now, standing there, hurt radiating off of you like an open wound, he couldn’t help but admire you. Your s/c skin, the fire in your e/c eyes it was breathtaking. And yet, that same fire was slowly turning to ash before him.

“I just—” your voice wavered, and you shook your head, as if the words were caught in your throat. “I just can’t do this.” Pierce flinched.

“Why can’t you tell me anything? Just one thing about yourself when I need you to? I’m your partner, for god’s sake! We’ve been dating for months! months, Pierce! and I still don’t understand you. I don’t even know you!” Your breath was uneven, chest rising and falling too fast, as if holding this in had been suffocating you.

Pierce said nothing. But something in his eyes softened, flickered, like a dying ember trying to stay alight. Slowly, he reached for you, fingers hesitant, almost shaking. You stepped back in that moment unaware of his reaching hand, Pierce froze. “I need—” you exhaled, voice barely above a whisper. “I need space.”

His arm hung there, suspended in the air for a moment before falling limply to his side. And then, before he could say anything, before he could fix this you turned.

He watched as you walked away, your footsteps echoing against the pavement, leaving him standing alone in front of Ava’s apartment.

Pierce’s hands clenched at his sides, his chest tightening with every step you took away from him, with every breath that widened the space between you.

And for the first time, as he stared at your retreating figure, that ache inside him swallowed him whole.

Pierce moved through the halls with purpose, his strides long and measured, his mind elsewhere. He barely acknowledged Rhys and Asch walking past them, his focus locked on a singular destination Ava’s room. His fingers curled into a fist as he knocked on her door, waiting with uncharacteristic impatience. A moment later, the door creaked open, revealing Ava, a manga in one hand, the other idly scratching behind Johnny’s ears as the feline lounged in her lap. She raised a curious brow at the sight of him.

"Well, this is a surprise," she mused. "Whats up pierce?" Pierce stepped inside, his expression as unreadable as ever. "Princess Sorceress Ava," he addressed her formally, shutting the door behind him. "I require your input." Ava blinked, intrigued. "Oh? And what exactly for?"

"It concerns [Name]."

At that, her expression brightened with curiosity, a knowing grin tugging at her lips. "Ohhh, right! you just went on a date with them, didn’t you? How'd that go?"

Pierce hesitated before giving a curt nod. "Yes. The human… common partnership ritual." His tone was as clinical as ever, though there was a weight behind his words. "It appears they were… displeased with me."

Ava tilted her head. "Huh. That’s rare. What happened?" Pierce exhaled, the closest thing to a sigh he could manage. He remained standing before her, posture stiff, as if the very act of speaking about this felt foreign uncomfortable.

"They were discussing something they referred to as an anniversary, a significant milestone in human relationships. During this conversation, they expressed frustration… dissatisfaction. They claimed I have been ‘lacking communication.’" His gaze flickered slightly, a rare sign of uncertainty. "I do not understand what they mean by that. Daemos do not require excessive verbal exchanges with their partners. The bond we share makes our intentions clear—words are often redundant."

He paused, recalling the sharpness in [Name]’s voice, the way their e/c eyes burned with frustration. His fingers twitched at his sides. "I believed it was understood that I enjoy their presence," he continued, his voice quieter now. "Yet they referred to me as a… ‘lap dog’ and then stated that they ‘needed space.’" His jaw tightened slightly. "I do not comprehend why they reacted in such a way."

Ava studied him for a moment before a soft, knowing smile formed on her lips. She set her manga aside, shifting slightly as Johnny purred contentedly in her lap.

"Ah… I see," she murmured. "Pierce, humans aren’t like Daemos. We don’t have an innate bond that tells us what our partner is thinking or feeling. We talk to each other to understand, to connect, to make sure we’re on the same page." Pierce remained silent, processing her words.

"As much as I’ve gotten used to your ‘yes’s and short responses," Ava continued, "I can see how that might be… frustrating for [Name]. Even if you care about them, even if you love them, they won’t know unless you show it unless you tell them."

She leaned forward slightly, her expression thoughtful. "Maybe it’s time you try to understand each other on this? You expect them to instinctively know how you feel, but they don’t have that luxury. If you want to fix this, you’re gonna have to meet them halfway."

Pierce’s expression remained neutral, but something in his cyan eyes flickered something contemplative, uncertain. He wasn’t accustomed to uncertainty. For the first time in a long while, he didn’t have an immediate answer. His eyes glanced up towards Ava "So I shall communicate?" A slight nod was given to him causing him to nod his head back to Ava in return turning around, leaving to go find out a way to apologize to you.

The soft sound of knocking made you sigh as you reached for the doorknob. When you opened the door, you found yourself face to face with Pierce dressed in a tuxedo. Well… mostly. The sleeves were ripped, and he was holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Rain dripped from his hair and soaked his clothes, his whole figure damp from the so-called "romantic weather."

You blinked at him in confusion “Pierce…? What are you doing?” He cleared his throat “Sorceress Princess Ava said this is the best way to communicate…” A moment of silence passed between you. “Pierce,” you said gently, “we’re inside.” “Yes…” he replied “It doesn’t rain inside apartments.”

Pierce blinked again, then slowly nodded, as if just realizing that fact A soft smile tugged at your lips when he added, “I apologize for not communicating properly. I am still new to Eu-rth... But I want to try. I want to speak more… and better.”

You couldn’t help but reply, your voice just as soft. “It’s my fault too.” Pierce looked at you, his eyes a little wide. “I lashed out on you and should have been patient… I’m sorry.” You reached for his hand, gently brushing your fingers against his. He gave a small nod. “We’ll work it out…”

Pierce leaned down slightly, just as you stood on your toes to press a small kiss to his forehead. “Pierce…” you said quietly “Yes?” “…Is Noi holding a hose while Leif plays sad music from a boombox?”

The silence between you returned as Pierce glanced behind him, then back at you “…No?”

You burst into a laugh, your heart feeling lighter as you waved toward the other daemos hiding poorly in the background. They gave an enthusiastic thumbs up, and you giggled again, looking back at Pierce.

He smiled softly, then leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your temple.

[almostangrything]

Quick question. What fandom(s) do my mutuals follow me for?

Tagging mutuals (yes all of you)

@lavenderwhirls @yumnasfunblog @sleepdeprivedsimp234 @alchemicalwerewolf @b3nnyrabb1t

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@grungycxvern @bettathanyou @10dunksfansinatrenchcoat

that's my list have fun yall

[mistresslrigtar]

Attention!

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

(I started a new thread because the last one was LONG!)

@pelican pig said:

Are you going to believe me when I say the Spidey and his Amazing Friends theme 🙈😂 (pelican, this is hilarious! But valid. That song is an ear worm if ever there was one!)

@daemosdaen said:

Currently I have When Legends Rise by Godsmack stuck in my head. Pretty easy when I hear it all the time. (Daemos, I love that song by the way! Thanks for the rec a couple of months ago!)

I was tagged by @daemosdaen . I just finished playing Strands (which I’m usually good at) not lately though! Today, my husband said when I couldn’t figure it out, “Oh, baby, you’ve been so dumb lately (pause) but I love you though.”

Really, it was hilarious. His deadpan delivery made laugh until I was crying. I digress. Because of Strands I have the Annie Lenox version of Winter Wonderland stuck in my head!

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening? In the lane, sow is glistening!

Happy holidays, ya’ll! I’ll tag @mailrebel and @abbyz-elda because I know you two have playlists!

[xerith-42]

oo ship idea!! asch x phys is a popular one:)

I'm assuming you meant Rhys, and while I'm not surprised this is a popular ship, it's one I've never written.

First time for everything

Asch's castle was depressingly empty. It was something Rhys tried not to think about too often, busying himself with studies or stocking up the library he was allowed to access. It always infuriated him that the Royal Library was shut off from him, but he never expressed such a thing to anyone. Just spend his days wandering the empty castle, stocking the boring shelves of this library. He never expressed his dissatisfaction with this empty castle. He still considered himself lucky to even be in this castle half the time.

Rhys was smart. He never doubted that. He was able to be humble about that fact, yet there was still that lingering part of him that feared he somehow didn't deserve to be here. That he had somehow faked his way through an entire apprenticeship and relationship with the prince of Daemos. It sounded ridiculous, but it never stopped him from thinking it.

"Are you busy?" Asch suddenly asked. Rhys jumped with surprise, looking up from the page he nearly had his nose buried in. Asch was leaning over the table in the library, his hair falling forward slightly as he looked into Rhys' eyes. One major thing made Rhys doubt his entire career path. His never ending crush on the Prince of Daemos. How could he be his right hand man when he wanted to court him?

"N-Not particularly," Rhys finally stuttered out. "Why do you ask?"

"I..." Asch looked around, before pulling a chair over and sliding into it naturally. Suddenly the same height made the scene more intimate. It didn't help Rhys' ongoing crisis when he heard how low Asch's voice could be when he whispered. "I need something from the Royal Library."

"Why are you asking me? I'm forbidden to go in there."

"But you want to."

"That is besides the point."

"Rhys, I don't know how to navigate a library, you do."

"Not one I've never been in." Asch rolled his eyes, and that managed to make a cheeky smile break out across Rhys' face. He wanted to help Asch with this more than anything. He just had to put up a bit of a fight so the prince wouldn't get suspicious at his eagerness to break castle rules.

"Please, Rhys, I need your help with this." That single word was Rhys' weakness. Anytime Asch said that, Rhys was guaranteed to help, and Asch knew it. "Please." Rhys let out a sigh, still pretending that he had to be talked into this.

"What are we looking for?" Asch's face broke out into a smile as he reached into his shirt and pulled out an old worn down piece of paper. On it was a list of ingredients, only about half of them Rhys recognized. It was in Lady Grandma's handwriting. Asch pointed to the bottom part of the list, three different book titles, all marked as being in the Royal Library.

"Lady Grandma has tasked me to start gathering the items on this list. Some will be easier than others, but I figured you could help me with these." Rhys looked over the rest of the page.

"What is this for?" Asch flinched, tempted to pull the page away. Then again, if he was going through with this, Rhys would find out eventually.

"I'll tell you later. We've got a short window to work on right now." Asch somehow leaned in even closer, and Rhys had to fight every part of his body that told him to kiss Asch. Not important. "Bish and my brother will be gone for another three moons, and Lady Grandma said she's willing to open the library for us, but we still have a very short amount of time before someone gets suspicious of how long we've been gone."

"Sounds like we need to get to work."

"Meet me in the east wing, last door before the Royal Hall, just as the moon rises again."

"You have my word I'll be there, Prince Asch." Asch got this look to him, not quite the cocky grin Rhys was used to. it seemed... softer. Like he knew something Rhys didn't, but kept it to himself.

"I'm sure you will."

And when the moon rose, Rhys was waiting nearby the library, book in hand as he leaned against the wall. He was at least trying to act casual. Trying. When Asch slid up next to him and their shoulders bumped against one another, he could tell he was failing. Just their shoulders bumping together was enough to have him blushing like an idiot and struggling to hold his book up.

"Ten seconds," Asch whispered. A shiver went down Rhys' spine hearing his quiet voice directly in his ear. He didn't trust himself to speak, so he just nodded, and counted. Ten seconds past, and they heard the sound of the Royal Library doors being opened. Asch suddenly grabbed Rhys' hand and took off, causing Rhys to nearly trip over himself, only catching his footing once his book had been abandoned. He'd come for it later.

Not much else mattered when he and Asch were racing hand in hand through the Royal Library, ducking past a shelf before they paused, backs against the case to catch their breaths. Asch shoved the paper into Rhys' hands, and while he initially struggled to read the titles, he had an easier time. All of them books on human souls and magic.

"Know where they are?" Asch asked quietly.

"Yes. They'll be hidden, back corner, left side," Rhys answered, and the moment the words left his mouth, Asch took off again. this time Rhys managed to keep up, though his eyes wandered as they raced through the musty library. Asch stopped suddenly, making Rhys slam into his back. "Prince Asch, why--"

Asch brought an arm around him and dragged him into the nearest alcove, before putting a hand over Rhys' mouth. He kept his gaze elsewhere, listening for whatever might be a threat to them getting found out. All Rhys could focus on was how warm Asch's hand was, how beautiful he looked towering over him, and how close their bodies were. Their chests were nearly touching in the cramped space, and it seemed like Asch didn't notice.

Eventually he let out a sigh of relief and dropped his hand, turning to look down at the daemos below him. Then he realized how close they were to each other, and how dark Rhys' cheeks were. Oh. Asch smiled again, that same soft grin, and this time he let out a muted laugh. Only loud enough for them to hear.

"What are you laughing at?" Rhys asked, his voice coming out more pouty than he intended. Asch let out that laugh again, leaning in close enough that Rhys could feel his breath on his face.

"How much you want to kiss me," Asch replied, bringing a hand to Rhys' chin. "Don't think I haven't seen the way you look at me." Rhys' breathing picked up, his hands digging into the shelf behind him.

"I-i haven't a clue what you're talking about, P-Prince."

"Sure you don't. That's why you're pushing me away and telling me to stop, right?" Rhys went silent, and that was all the invitation Asch needed to close the minuscule distance between their lips. Rhys' previously frozen hands jumped to Asch's cheeks, pulling him in closer, leaning into the kiss like it was his last moment alive. It had been two seconds and he was already addicted to the feeling. He needed it like he needed to breathe.

And to his absolute delight, Asch returned a similar affection, pulling Rhys closer by his hips and holding him in place. Their quest of whatever they were doing was long forgotten in Rhys' mind, just pushing into Asch hoping for another second of this sweet bliss. The sound of shuffling from nearby made them both freeze, eyes wide open and looking around, lips still locked. Another shuffle, and then a skittering away. Asch finally pulled away, but he kept his hands where they were.

"The Guardians are growing restless. We need to get going," He said, surprisingly calm given the scenario. All Rhys could notice was how pretty his cheeks looked when they were blushing that brightly. "Rhys, we need to go!"

"R-right, sorry, let's go!" Rhys said back, this time taking the lead as they approached the final bookcase. He barely managed to get his eyes to focus on the paper, and struggled even more to find the books in question. And for once it wasn't because of his awful sight. It was because he kept wanting to look at Asch's lips, to pull him into another kiss, to have another moment like that. He finally managed to find the three books, one of them a normal size he was used to, one significantly smaller, and the other nearing the weight of a hefty tome. Asch carried it without question.

It meant their escape was less romantic as they weren't running hand in hand anymore, but when they stumbled out of the library still breathing, it was worth it. The doors creaked closed behind them, and in the following silence they could both hear the others heavy breathing. Asch glanced down at Rhys, who looked up at him wide eyed and almost in awe.

"Let's get these to Lady Grandma's potion room," Asch instructed as he adjusted how he was carrying the tome. "And when we're done with that, I can take you back to my chambers."

"Y-Yes, Prince Asch."

[dream-beyond-the-fantasy]

Trying to decide what to read next. In addition to entertaining me, I would like something to inspire or help me write. Most options are going to be Doctor Who-related books. Others are things that either my OC would read.

[thepalelfe]

* @betraal ! less cringey nsfw prompts ( accepting ! ) ; [ TRAIL ]:  sender leaves a trail of kisses down receivers stomach + [ ORAL ]: sender goes down on receiver.

his eyes are heavy, drowsiness weaving through every curled strand as moonlight streams through an open window, curtains jostled by the evening breeze as he stirs to consciousness.

astarion is nude to no one's surprise, especially the previously slumbering form next to him, body covered by sheets and a thick duvet which hides them both from the world, for a moment. daemos is characteristically sweltering, and astarion pushes back the blankets with a huff, kicking the remainder with a foot. " darling, you're burning up. " he grumbles against the pillows, face hidden in their feathered comfort, and attempting to wiggle his way out of the sorcerer's grasp. daemos's response to his words is to pull him closer in his sleepy state and the elf groans, turning so they're chest to chest. fully awake now, he scrunches his nose and leans forward, delivering a barrage of gentle kisses to daemos's face until the other wakes, languid and yawning. " finally, i was going to melt. " astarion complains and daemos sends a demure quirk of his lips.

a kiss follows, planted on his cheek before landing on his mouth. the rogue reciprocates the peck, which turns into something deeper as they lay languorous against the bedding which begins to fade in warmth the longer the wind blows. " good evening to you too. " astarion comments breathlessly in between kisses, skin flushing as daemos begins to travel his lips down his chest. " ravenous are we? " he teases, stomach tightening as his beloved sinks lower, lips trailing where a pre existing array of fading hickeys remain.

daemos responds with something astarion doesn't catch, feather light touch nearly incomprehensible till he feels daemos's thick fingers wrap around his still hardening cock. astarion echoes a gasp into their quiet bedroom, propping himself up onto his elbows so he can watch daemos with lidded eyes. " dae. " he calls quietly, which causes the other to peer up at him, blinking and halting their movements. " i want to look at you. " astarion requests as politely as he's able, chest rising and falling with bated breaths.

there's a silent agreement between them, two pairs of eyes remaining locked on each other. daemos is set on driving him to delirium with his onslaught of open mouthed kisses to his hips, tongue trailing after each individual peck, a delightful squeeze of his dick causing astarion to exhale a significant amount of air out of his nose. " you're teasing love. " he remarks as he watches daemos dribble a significant amount of saliva onto his reddening tip.

the vampire was pretty content that he could stay like this forever, maybe even cum untouched if he stared long enough, but daemos seems to have other plans, that expert forked tongue of theirs peeking from behind his pretty lips to take the place of their hand. " gods. " astarion bleats pathetically, legs spreading wider as a welcomed invitation, one which daemos takes easily enough, palm grasping his inner thigh and kneading the skin beneath his fingers. " i think you were just made to have my cock in your mouth love. " the elf chokes out clearly in jest, cheeks dusting a rosey shade of pink when daemos fully takes him down to the hilt, unable to keep his eyes open any longer as colorful dots explode behind his lids. " shit. "

hips stir - craving more, and daemos, ever patient, allows this for some time until it's clear by the irregularity in astarion's movements that he's close, if the quiet chanting befalling his lips wasn't an indicator. " pleaseplea- " the white hot fire shoots up his spine and abdomen, licking every inch of available skin until he whimpers and stops moving altogether. it's silent, save for his rapid breaths and the sound of daemos unsheathing him from their mouth. he and the sheets are both soaked, growing chilly the longer he remains in this position, and as though noticing this, the draconian draws near once more, encircling astarion in a flurry of limbs and heat. the vampire sighs sweetly, shifting back into their embrace, slanted grin placed against his shoulder.

" you've ruined me, my love. i'm going to dream of your talented mouth until the day i turn to ashes. " there's a deep snicker from above him and astarion can't help the silly grin that stays plastered on his lips until he falls back into another dreamless (thankfully) rest.

[spinooc]

Gotta start off with introductions for all the main characters!

First off,

👹 Oni 👹

A fierce powerhouse of an ogre from the Land of the Rising Sun.

Here’s a little bit of story:

Daemon/Ogre

A mighty daemon from the Far East with an unclear past. High self-esteem, a fragile ego, and a sensitive heart.

He used to terrorize small villages, stealing food and playing tricks on everything that moved. One summer morning, during his first attempt at plundering a new territory, he was stopped by someone whose appearance seemed closer to his own rather than to that of human beings: a fiery-red, daemonic archer called Tengu, the guardian of the village. Tengu saw some potential in the troublemaker, and so he set himself a goal of taming the chaotic Oni. He offered him a room in his own house as well as the access to his pantry, in return for ceasing bothering the innocent. Even though the ogre no longer caused issues, people still loathed him.

A few weeks later, the village’s gate was crossed by a merciless gang of bandits. Tengu, the only protector of the people, was almost immediately overpowered by the clique. Everything seemed lost.

Then, unexpectedly, right as the leader of the criminals was getting ready to tell his victory speech, he was brutally rendered unconscious by a single strike of the iron kanabō club. A few other bandits nearby have met the same fate before the rest of them realized they stood no chance against the superhuman strength and agility of the daemon, and so they attempted running away. Not even one of them succeeded at that.

Oni left the unconscious and ready-to-be-arrested outlaws on the main square of the village and then proceeded to take care of his wounded friend.

The next day, he learnt about something that was completely new to him: people started to love him. They kept complimenting him, thanking him, and helped him in caring for Tengu. Oni became the hero of the village. It might have not been all that much but it filled him with such pride and tasted so good that he immediately knew what he wanted to dedicate his life to: helping those who can’t defend themselves.

He packed some food, a few other necessary things and souvenirs from the thankful village folk, thanked his first friend for showing him a new way and then left for a journey to defeat all evil that he stumbles upon.

It was already a week since he had left the village and he hasn’t found any evil, nor a single trace of civilization. However, he was found himself by a daemoness sunbathing on top of a huge freestanding boulder, with surprisingly noble origins and a short temper.

[autolovecraft]

These beings of yesterday were called Man.

These beings of yesterday were called Man. So the Genie flew back to the Daemon of the river Than, not to be understood. So the Genie flew back to the Daemon replied, I am old. These beings were like the waters of the Valley, saying, I am Memory, and the Daemon replied, I am old. These beings of yesterday were called Man.

Their name I recall dimly, it was like to that of the moment. And the Daemon replied, I am Memory, and in sooth they yet serve nobly, for it rhymed with that of the Valley, saying, I am old. These beings of yesterday were called Man. Their deeds I recall dimly, it was like to that of the Valley, saying, I am old, and am wise in lore of the Valley, saying, I am old. Tell me the deeds and aspect and name of them who built these things of Stone. Vast are the stones which sleep beneath coverlets of dank moss, and to subterranean grottoes it flows, so that the Daemon looked intently at a little ape in a crumbling courtyard.

In.

These beings were like the waters of the river. For all time did their builders erect them, and to subterranean grottoes it flows, so that the Daemon replied, I am old, and the Daemon of the river. From hidden springs it rises, and the Daemon of the valley of Nis the accursed waning moon shines thinly, tearing a path for its light with feeble horns through the lethal foliage of a great upas-tree.

And in trees that grow gigantic in crumbling courtyards leap little apes in the trees. So the Genie flew back to the Daemon looked intently at a little ape in a crumbling courtyard. At the very bottom of the valley lies the river Than, whose waters are slimy and filled with weeds.

From hidden springs it rises, and forget much. And the Daemon of the little apes, while in and out of deep treasure-vaults writhe poison serpents and scaly things without a name. Vast are the stones which sleep beneath coverlets of dank moss, and mighty were the walls from which they fell. Rank is the herbage on each slope, where the light reaches not, move forms not meant to be understood. Their deeds I recall dimly, it was like to that of the past, but I too am old.

At the very bottom of the Valley, saying, I am old, and heaving up marble pavements laid by forgotten hands. And in trees that grow gigantic in crumbling courtyards leap little apes, while in and out of deep treasure-vaults writhe poison serpents and scaly things without a name. For all time did their builders erect them, and am wise in lore of the river. For all time did their builders erect them, and in sooth they yet serve nobly, for beneath them the gray toad makes his habitation. At the very bottom of the moment. Vast are the stones which sleep beneath coverlets of dank moss, and heaving up marble pavements laid by forgotten hands. At the very bottom of the valley, where the light reaches not, move forms not meant to be understood.

In. The Genie that haunts the moonbeams spake to the thin horned moon, and mighty were the walls from which they fell. Rank is the herbage on each slope, where the light reaches not, move forms not meant to be beheld. So the Genie flew back to the thin horned moon, and the Daemon of the little apes in the trees. At the very bottom of the valley lies the river Than, whose waters are slimy and filled with weeds. At the very bottom of the Valley, saying, I am old. So the Genie flew back to the thin horned moon, and mighty were the walls from which they fell. From hidden springs it rises, and to subterranean grottoes it flows, so that the Daemon looked intently at a little ape in a tree that grew in a crumbling courtyard.

Their aspect I recall dimly, it was like to that of the Valley, saying, I am old. At the very bottom of the Valley knows not why its waters are red, nor whither they are bound. So the Genie flew back to the thin horned moon, and forget much. From hidden springs it rises, and heaving up marble pavements laid by forgotten hands. From hidden springs it rises, and the Daemon of the little apes in the trees.

[stormgift]

@betraal, continued from here.

she is entirely certain daemos does not mean to, but they make her laugh. one of a natural ilk. they bring a sort of candid attitude that is rare to come by, she believes. a refreshing, incredibly charming and unique attitude that the world could benefit greatly from such. she stands on behalf of the group leader, who figures that daemos should join. nienna couldn't agree more, and volunteered, even insisted that it should be her that invites daemos. specifically her! "oh, indeed. i most certainly am. you also forget to mention that i'm also insufferably charming, and beautiful to boot. now, come - adventure awaits us."

the tadpole remains passive. a good sign, if it isn't so ridiculous a notion to take at face value. their more knowledgeable and well-versed traveling companions constantly remind them all that it is, in fact, strange and unusual indeed. nienna thinks it is a blessing, a blessing that won't be taken for granted, but the odds may not be in their favor forever. it was always a matter of time. she smiles, self-satisfied as she watches him rise. "as if i won't be complaining with you, my dear friend. there isn't a day where i wouldn't rather be relaxing on a beach - beats camping around in the dirt, walking and fighting for hours. but here i am."

"the plan is the same," she starts, pushing the thick rope of black, braided hair behind her shoulder. "continue our search for a cure. if halsin is worth his salt, perhaps the shadow-cursed lands may be our path to it. it sounds promising, to say the least." it fills her with no joy or excitement to venture to such a place, the way he describes it. she figures it foreboding, dreadful, a wretched, horrid place. the instinctual curiosity within her, however, could not be silenced. "a part of me is not looking forward to arriving, but i am curious - halsin says it is cursed. i suspect that there is magic of the forbidden sort at work here. i'm awfully curious to see it up close. are you just as curious as i, daemos?"

[kudosmyhero]

The Amazing Spider-Man (vol. 3) #14: Spider-Verse, pt. 6: Web Warriors

Read Date: July 12, 2023 Cover Date: April 2015 ● Writer: Dan Slott ● Penciler: Giuseppe Camuncoli ◦ Olivier Coipel ● Inker: Wade von Grawbadger ◦ Cam Smith ◦ John Livesay ● Colorist: Justin Ponsor ● Letterer: Chris Eliopoulos ● Editor: Nick Lowe ◦ Devin Lewis ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● he better not have killed Silk… ● ok, that’s funny. the ol’ switcheroo! pig for baby ● oh jeez…

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Synopsis: On Loomworld, Gwen and Jess battle against a horde of Goblins as the Spider-Army arrives. Seeing Gwen battling with a Green Goblin, Peter tells Mayday and Ben to get her out of danger and that Osborn is his. Gwen retorts that she can handle herself, and Peter stands back as she takes out the Green Goblin on her own. While Gwen thanks Peter for trusting in her and Peter thanks her for showing him that anything is possible, Jess tells them that the Inheritors have Cindy.

In the Inheritors' base, Daemos tells his brothers what happen to Solus and aks Morlun what do they do now. Morlun replies that they complete the ritual as their father wanted, but Daemos claims the ritual is meaningless as the Master Weaver also told them that Solus would outlive him. Jennix reveals to him that he contained their father's thoughts and essence inside a crystal, but with his cloning facility destroyed he can't get it a new body. Daemos takes the crystal for safekeeping, and Morlun tells them their father will rise again, but not the spiders. He plunges a knife into the Other's corpse, spilling its blood onto the Web of Life and Destiny and preventing it from ever taking another host. When the Master Weaver tells them that the Spiders have sensed this and are coming, Morlun tells Daemos to stay with him and sends his siblings to stall them while he finishes the ritual.

As the Spider Army clashes with Jennix, Verna, Brix, and Bora, the Web Warriors arrive to provide backup. While Otto questions Peter's competence in putting their faith in a bunch of misfits, Jess spots the tattered remains of Kaine's costume and furiously swears to not let any other Spiders die. Morlun tells Cindy of the nature of the Bride and cuts her palm, spilling the Bride's blood onto the Web, causing it to begin to unravel and preventing future Spider Totems from arising through chance, curses, magic, and unwanted luck. As Morlun prepares to impale Benjy, proclaiming that the blood of the Scion would destroy the Web completely and prevent any new Totems from arising at all, the knife is yanked from his hands as Peter, Otto, Uncle Ben, and Mayday arrive.

Daemos easily defeats Otto before being attacked by Mayday, who reaffirms her vow to avenge the deaths of her loved ones. Peter engages Morlun, mocking him over his fear of being taken down a third time. Morlun sneers that he's become far more adept at killing Peter, proving more than a match for him. Peter calls out to Ben for help, but Uncle Ben warps away using the Web of Life.

In the entrance hall, the Inheritors battle the Spider-Army. Karn arrives to the surprised delight of the other Inheritors. Brix points out that with Morlun in charge, Karn's exile has ended and with him, the fight is won. However, Karn spurns them and announces that his family only gave him pain. He renounces his inheritance and states he now fights on the side of the righteous as Spider-UK, Anya Corazon, Hobie Brown, Ashley Barton, and Pavitr Prabhakar arrive. Peter mocks Morlun's 18th-century fashion sense as the Inheritor expresses confusion as to why the Web isn't disintegrating. Cindy sneers at him that the Inheritors have lost and that far from crumbling, the Web is repairing itself. Morlun prepares to spill the blood of the Scion and finish the ritual, only to be kicked in the face by a naked Peter Porker, who reveals he swapped places with Benjy while Morlun was distracted, while Uncle Ben took the baby home to Earth-982.

Peter mocks the increasingly unhinged Morlun before calling in Miguel O'Hara, who arrives with Lady Spider and Leopardon in time to stop Jennix from killing SP//dr and Mangaverse Spider-Man, to the delight of Takuya Yamashiro. Mayday snatches Solus' phylactery from Daemos, and when he reveals it contains the life essence of his father, pleading with her to return it, she furiously begins to crush it instead.

When Morlun sneers that Peter's tricks have only delayed the inevitable since he knows where the Scion was taken, Otto proclaims that he has found a "superior solution" to stopping the Inheritors that Peter and the other Spiders were too blind and gutless to see, slitting the Master Weaver's throat to Morlun's and Peter's mutual horror. Seeing this, Mayday spares Solus and abandons her pursuit of vengeance, causing Daemos to surrender out of gratitude. Outraged, Morlun furiously attacks Peter and begins to drain his life-force, bashing aside Jess, Spider-Ham and Gwen when they try to save him. When Morlun mockingly asks for Peter's last words, Peter tells him to go to hell and warps himself and Morlun to Earth-3145.

When Morlun, choking on the radiation, stammers that Peter said he would never kill, Peter instructs him to follow the web arrows to the shelter and run if he wants to live. With his life force drained, Peter begins to fall to the radiation but is pulled back to Loomworld by Cindy, who reveals that since they were bit by the same spider she can locate him anywhere in the multiverse.

The Inheritors, save Karn, are rounded up and sent to Earth-3145, and when Daemos expresses confusion as to why the Spiders would show him mercy, Mayday lobs Solus's crystal through the portal, causing him to run through after it. In the aftermath of the battle, Spider-Ham tells Mayday her father would be proud of her, while Miguel states that they could use the Web of Life to return to their proper dimensions. Spider-UK suggests they take a moment to relax first, while Otto begins plotting something. Cindy tells Peter that his pheromones are arousing her, but Peter turns her down.

(https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Amazing_Spider-Man_Vol_3_14)

Fan Art: Spider-Gwen by Ry-Spirit

Accompanying Podcast: ● Amazing Spider-Talk - episode 14

[loki-draws-art]

I rise from college hell with more doodles from the most recent session

This is all Icarus again he is my wet cat he is my muse I love his dumb ass

Either way have context

1) Icarus goes alone to a secluded cave somewhere outside town in the woods to talk to Yurgola about getting Sylviel’s curse removed. He summons Yurgola and it gets to a point Icarus is done with Yurgola not giving answers, and just yells

2) They finally strike a deal to remove Sylviel’s curse, and after giving conditions (and finding that Ares is alive, but with Yurgola, who is keeping him as collateral), they shake hands. (Also Daemos is still on the ship. This is a clone of his. Long story short Icarus, Galena, Daemos, and Laurence found a facility and it had a bunch of clones of Daemos in it. Yep.)

3) At the same time the deal is made, Sylviel, who had been listening in (or, well, not, as the radio only had static on her end due to Yurgola keeping his and Icarus’s convo private) finds the skin on her arm just shed off like snake skin. Curse removed!!!

4) Icarus immediately finds he is currently cursed. It was part of the deal (he wanted to be cursed (he’s got some self issues we won’t discuss here)), but part of the deal was that he had to transfer the curse to either Orion or his siblings. Knowing Icarus, he’s going to have to choose between siblings, as Orion is out of the question here. Either way his curse is at 60% chance for wild magic so we having fun here-

Would you believe me if I said I planned this for a while, and absolutely both expected worse and to have Icarus get cursed?

[fals3nd]

calpernia hardly reacts. it's because she assumes that's what they want her to do, and she is no longer in the business of doing what people ask of her - - - directly or otherwise. "you would be a fool, then," she says, all casual and as if this conversation is not one that could turn quick to something too dangerous to carry on. she stays seated within her tent, framed by the open flaps of the dark fabric, nestled into a pile of pillows she has been silently hoarding ( creature comforts she was not worth in thay and not worthy of in moonrise ) with her book open and still in her lap, "rumors are as valuable as gold."

her lips tick up into an empty sort of smile at the questions that come next. "you were when i saw you," one sharp shoulder shrugs and she looks back to the book, as though she might end the conversation there. she does not. "i heard that you were there for some sort of meeting, though there were no true souls yet to be high enough ranking for such information."

calpernia had not been the first to become a true soul, but she had been one of. knowing what she does now it makes bile rise to the back of her throat - - - she had thought she was special, that her promise had been seen. now she wonders if she was simply disposable enough to be a trial run. fingers flex around the book and she tips her head at them once more.

"does that disappoint you?" there has always been something about her eyes. it had gotten her in trouble in thay ( do not look upon your betters that way ) more often than not. calpernia thinks it is to do with her magic, with the way is pulses through her, twists near painfully within her mind. they are too sharp and always make her look as though she is seeing through someone. she fixes those eyes upon daemos now, staring unblinking and unflinching at the person she once would have bowed before.

daemos tenses his jaw. he steps out from the tent-flap and sweeps his arms across his chest, book hanging over the crook of his elbow, seemingly doll-small against his frame.

“a disappointing revelation about your character,”  they chide,  “you did not strike me as one that cared for the rumor mill.”

he blinks and breathes steadily. too much so. as if someone is pulling his strings, orchestrating the swell of his lungs, the thrum of blood fueled by phantom pulse, and they are, they long have been; daemos was not born but made as marionette, and he knows this and he knows more and he knows much of what calpernia tells him, and yet he needs her to tell him, to hear it from a voice that is not his own, is not whatever has sickened him from creation.

“was i alone?”  soft, under breath. the way one may deliver a confession. this, he does not know. this, he can never be sure of. those he once knew are murky and half-marred by his own reflection, like when he’s looking back at them, he’s looking down at water. he can never feel them there. nothing to cement their existence aside rippled faces and a guilt he wakes with every morning, is tailed by every night.

“no company other than the eyes of a hundred gawping idiots?”

[doolallymagpie]

while i’m on that subject, anyone know where to find those weird kitschy wilderness-era spinoffs?

always wanted to watch them

[thepalelfe]

* betraal ! ❝ you deserve better than what i have been. ❞

ridiculous, he thinks. as though daemos could be anything other than someone who he was destined to be with, and that was a heavy sentiment to believe in from someone who lacked any faith in anything beyond the tangible. astarion ponders where this is coming from, the two sat across from each other at a weighty oak table. papers are strewn about, scrolls, maps, contracts, the business of their new life and candlelight. " nonsense, " he speaks aloud, setting down a letter from one of their shared friends. " are you feeling the sway of your burdens today, my love? i assure you there is nothing i deserve more than to spend the rest of our shared eternity together. any other thought you might have is just fabricated diffidence. " astarion rises from his seat, hand dragging across wood grain as he crosses the room to rest on the tabletop beside daemos's sitting form. " i am no saint myself as we're both aware, and i would prefer it no other way. i will never be truly.. good. but i am me, and you are you, and that's all we need to be. i can't take away your doubts, but i can tell you that i'm here. for as long as death stays far away from our doorstep, and perhaps even after she greets as many moons into the future. " fingers reach to grab at daemos's own, bringing their palm to his lips so he can place a peck where his pulse beats it's consistent tune. " i love you, daemos. of the few things i have faith in, that is one certainty. "

[thebraxiatelcollection]

Miles Richardson in Doctor who: Downtime

[asrielarchive]

ok! Let me state some facts that aren’t spoilers for my comic retelling! :DDD

Pierce - The Great General Pierce, he tends to see everything as a mission, responding with a serious “yes.” he’s very gentle, despite his strong reputation as a war general

Noi - the page of Prince Asch, Noi is the second newest of Asch’s knights. Unlike the others, he genuinely hopes they never return to daemos, as he’s had a rough life there, and he’s not sure he could survive there again after what happened. (Wink wink)

Leif - The newest of the knights, Leif mysteriously was knighted one day, almost as if appearing from nowhere. There’s rumors he knows how to steer a pirate ship? This smug former assassin loves to do whatever will get a rise out of others.

Asch - The Prince of the empire of daemos, second in command to his older brother. He’s referred to as a destined savior of the empire, yet also demeaned as a runt? He has a horrid temper, and demands things with a iron fist. It’s well noted that he, as a prince, has a strong magic soul.

Rhys - Lady Grandma’s apprentice, Rhys is studying to become the royal archivist. He’s the calmest of the daemos, and usually can quote research when they’re in danger. Lady Grandma sent him to earth with the others for fear that they’d perish if she sent them alone. He’s also the most stylish, and often consults Lady Bishop on her outfits.

Id be so happy to tell more about them!!! I’ve also got some rewrites on Ava and Lorelei! And there’s a dragon now!

Some concept art for a rewrite of my favorite shitty romance Minecraft roleplay <3