#Eliseo Off

[bunnys-kisses]

i only got eyes for you

col. alejandro vargas

cw: smut/pwp, protective!alejandro (borderline possessive), body worship, tender sex, missionary position

bunny says: like the fic? leave a comment! really like the fic? suggest your own. i'm always opened to new ideas <3

"do i scare you, dove?" he asked as he hand trailed up your thigh, pushing up the rather short skirt you wore. his dark eyes met yours as he smiled, "i've done a lot of bad things for the sake of safety."

you sat down in his lap and cupped his face tenderly, there was a small buzz in your head from the feeling of your lover's broad hand on your thigh. you leaned in close to him and replied, "alejandro. you're a good man, you could never convince me otherwise. i'm not scared of you."

he reached for your hair and combed his fingers through it, "good." he smiled then pulled you gently to his lips.

-

you knew that alejandro was a good man. he was protective in a way that some would view as alarming. at times it put him at odds with himself, was he keeping you trapped like a bird?

but if something happened to you.

the idea of losing you had him double checking the locks before bed. he left extra kisses on your neck before he left for missions. and always came home with flowers.

you met him by chance, you were in university in the city he was stationed at. you just thought he was a charming man, until you found his id in his wallet the next morning. you had slept with a special operative. he caught you with his wallet in your hand, for a moment you thought that he was going to pull out some fighting moves and knock you out... or worse.

"i guess you found my little secret. i lied about my name. it's not eliseo." he shrugged, "can't be going around and giving away my identity, even to pretty girls." he closed the gap between you two, he held onto your chin and looked at you, "but i am curious how alejandro sounds on your tongue."

i mean what were you supposed to do, not invite him for breakfast. after that it felt like your two lives sort of melded together. he came home from long grueling missions and would just lie on top of you. he wanted to make sure that his woman was safe till his return.

"no one else touched you, right?" he asked lowly as his hands ran up and down your arms.

you squirmed occasionally in his touch and replied, "not a soul. i'd never want anyone else alejandro. i thought about you every day." then you started to slowly kiss him.

he made a soft noise against you as his calloused hands roamed up the front of your sleeping shirt. you're the one he came home too, the woman he'd go through hell for.

and what a beautiful woman you were. it was why he worried so much about other men getting their hands on you. you were his slice of heaven and would bend the earth to make sure that you stayed that way.

call him possessive, but to lose someone so precious would turn him into a man who could not be contained by any means. so as his hands trailed your stomach, his heated gaze on you, you felt under his control.

"alejandro." you said softly.

he kissed you once more and toyed with your breast under your shirt. he heard you soft noise in your kiss then pulled away and looked down at you, "yes, my dove." both hands were still under your shirt, he was touching you gently.

"did you miss me?" you pouted.

he smiled softly and kissed you on the forehead, "every second we were apart it felt like hours." he slowly pulled the shirt over your head and exposed your breasts to him.

he kissed you once more as he started to work on his pants, which he kicked to the bottom of the bed, his hands then hooked into the waistband of your sweatpants before they were off too. in a tussle on the bed, you were both stripped on your clothes.

alejandro's cock was quite impressive. he chuckled and told you he was just "average" but you were certain that "average" didn't feel like it was in the back of your throat every time he fucked you.

he gazed down at you, "you'd tell me if anyone tried to touch you, right?" he leaned in once more, your noses almost touching. his energy was almost intimidating, it made you stomach twist in a good way.

he was feared, that was certain. he didn't get to where he was by being a pacifist. if he got his hands dirty, even for a good cause, it meant others got to stay clean. simple as that.

you both laid in bed together, where he kissed along your heated skin. he kissed along the hills and valleys of your body. the plushness under his hands as he held your hips. a goddess. a symbol of the divine feminine. the thought made him smile as he slowly kissed your breasts. he could almost feel your heartbeat.

"nothing will ever hurt you, my dove." he said softly as he gazed at you briefly before he pressed more kisses. he worshiped your body in ways that made his cock twitch.

that was why he found himself to be on the possessive side when it came to you. your name, location and other information was under a tight lock and key.

he pressed his head up against your stomach and held your hips for a moment. he exhaled deeply, "never leave me." he said out loud, but internally said, or i will have to find you.

sometimes it slipped out, the obsessive need to know that he'd never be without you. while you never noticed the intensity of what he was saying, it simply meant he could continue to pile on the security to keep his dove safe.

you ran your fingers through his dark hair and said, "alejandro. i would never, i love you too much." you watched him look up at you once more and take your hand off his hand to kiss it.

"then be good and let me take care of you." he let go and pulled away from you. he got between your legs, his cock at full attention. he rubbed it gently against the entrance of your slit. the wetness made a shiver run through him.

you reached out for him, but ended up with your hands buried in the covers. you loved him deeply, even if he could be off-putting. you labelled him as protective, even if your friends thought he was a little possessive. like who needed to check on the cameras in the house if it was just you there? but you shrugged it off, he just wanted you safe. what was wrong with that?

"are you ready, my dove." he said softly. your pussy was enticing to him, the feeling of your heat around his cock was like muscle memory, baked into his core.

you nodded, "i'm always ready for you."

he smirked. so eager, so soft and gentle. of course you fell for a man like him, you needed someone to protect you. keep you safe against a world that would take you limb from you. he leaned forward as pushed his cock deep inside of you with ease.

he chest was pressed against yours as he put his weight on you. kept you pinned down to the bed as he fucked your cunt. the sounds of your love making filled the room. your noises sounded angelic to him.

a paradise for his pleasure, the most beautiful woman in the world letting him rut his cock into you. he dug his nose into your hair as he held your hips. he moved against you, he could feel the racing of your heart.

he chuckled, "good girl. my good girl." as his grip tightened a little more. he continued to thrust into you, your bodies moved together in a rhythm that made both of you hot all over.

the kissing became sloppier as you felt your head begin to feel dizzy. despite the rush of hormones in your body, it still felt hazy as you partner held you tightly and fucked into your tight head.

he gave you soft words of praise as he grew hotter all over. his angel. there was no other woman like you, he just thought you were simply perfect. and nothing could ever convince him otherwise. he held onto your hips and thrusted up into you.

you wrapped your legs around him tightly as you moved up and down the bed. your cheeks felt flushed, pleasure was taking over. your hands soon roamed his back as you felt the strength of him.

"mine." he simply said. then went into for another searing kiss. the electricity between you two felt hot. there was a flame in your belly as you tried to meet his pace. he simply said close to you, "stay still, my dove. be good for me."

his voice sounded darker, laced with heavy pleasure as he began to pick up the pace. he watched your expression change the deeper you fell into lust.

you moaned out loud as you felt the rush through your body. with a few more heavy thrusts of his hips, you dug your nails into his back and tightened around him. your buried your head in his shoulder and climaxed.

he held onto you as tightly as he could and fucked you. it was good proper fucking as you started to fall from your orgasmic high. he kept a good grip on you as he finished inside of you.

"alejandro!" you whimpered as you felt the pace slow down.

he slowed to a still then let go of his tight grip on your body. he kept his eyes on your blissed out expression as he pulled out and laid next to you on the bed. he reached for your face and pulled you in for another kiss.

"good girl." he purred before he settled himself beside you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. he kept you close as he came down from his own high, his cock still soaked in your wetness.

he kissed you a few more times before he simply gazed at you with warmth in his chest. you were his girl and nothing could ever break you two apart. he simply wouldn't let it happen.

and he'd make sure you never forget who your man was. the good, proper man he was. <3

[amethyst-luvvvvvs-star]

amethyst cuz that one guy (eliseo) was staring directly at that area when bullying my redraw of that one take your shirt off art i made!!

[jurakan]

I’ll take any of your fun facts this week!

Alright, Today You Learned about the Amphiptere!

[Don't ask me how to say that out loud.]

This was a type of dragon that became very popular to depict in European heraldry, though not as much as wyverns or cocktrices. It is, in essence, a snake with wings. The notion of winged snakes goes back to ancient Egypt and Biblical texts, though I don't know if there's a direct connection to the amphiptere.

The above illustration is the most commonly used one, and it's from Edmund Topsell's History of Serpents (page 701! Took me forever to find).

Interesting, the book Dragonology (which was made for fun, don't take it as a mythological source) classifies it as an American dragon, and suggests that Quetzalcoatl is a type of amphithere. How then it would appear in heraldry before contact with the New World then, I don't know.

It's also not too far off from the Cuélebre of Spanish mythology/folklore:

Carving is by Asturian artist Eliseo Nicolás Alonso.

So! Big wingyed snakeys! It's A Thing in the dragon world.

[multicolour-ink]

Here We Stand, Here I Hold You

Started writing this immediately after posting this. You will need to read that, and this, in order to fully understand what is happening here.

part of the Mario Dæmon AU

- - -

A rift had now opened between the worlds.

Mario strode on with determination. His posture stiff. His face set. This was bad. He and Peach knew what would happen if the zones between the worlds became unstable. It all had to be fixed, and quickly.

This rift he was walking beside under the bowels of the Peach's Castle, the one that had opened up suddenly yesterday and was just about covered up by the underground walls, was a danger to every living thing in the universe.

And yet this might mean...

Mario stopped and shook his head. No. It wouldn't be possible. He shouldn't think about that. He couldn't. The chances of that happening to them were impossible...

And yet....

A low growl from his dæmon drew his attention.

Mario sighed, crouching down so that the lion could nuzzle him in comfort.

"I know, Eliseo", he muttered. "I know we have to focus. But I know we can't stop thinking about -"

"Mario!"

The cry of his name drew Mario's attention completely. He shot his head up. He froze.

No. That voice. It couldn't be. But then again because of this rift...No! Still impossible. He didn't want to believe. Believe he was actually...

Mario spun round. A figure was peering in excitedly through the bars on one of the large doors on wall of the rift.

Mario didn't even hesitate. He ran over to the the figure, tried yanking at the door and (realising it was not going to open with the rift blocking it) shamelessly hoisted himself up to the bars as high as he could go, and grabbed the figure's face in his hands.

"Luigi?!", he breathed.

His brother smiled tearfully.

"Nice to see you, Bro."

Mario couldn't believe it. Was this actually real? It had to be, because so help any deities out there who would dare to play a trick on him like this. He would be sure to unleash exactly how he felt.

"Is it really...?", he asked, stroking his hand down his brother's cheek. Taking in every inch of his face. His eyes. His brother felt warm. Real. As real as the day they parted. Mario could still make out the beauty marks adorning his brother's face.

"Yeah", said Luigi. He was still smiling, but Mario could also see there was longing behind his brother's eyes.

Mario hoisted himself up more and, as best as they could given the bars in the way, they clung together tight and pressed their foreheads together.

"Oh my Lu", Mario said tearfully. He felt a huge weight lift off his chest.

"You look older", Luigi teased.

Mario laughed at that. It had only been a few years since...that day. But already both Bros were showing age lines.

Mario gently rubbed at some lines on Luigi's forehead: his own way of teasing.

Then, a little ferret peeped around his brothers neck. Her eyes shone as she stared at Mario, and her brown and cream fur (with a hint of green) shimmered with warmth.

Mario's eyes shone back as he regarded her.

"Nice to see you again too, Belissia."

The ferret squeaked with joy. She nuzzled Mario's hand as he petted her head.

Luigi sighed in content as he felt the loving caress on his dæmon.

Eliseo leapt up onto his hind legs, and pressed his paws in between the bars. Luigi gasped in delight, and stroked the lion's paw closest to him. Mario smiled as he too felt the loving touch pass from his brother to his dæmon.

Belissia couldn't wait any longer, and launched herself onto the lion's other paw, nibbling and nuzzling gently. Then she slipped through the bars, right through to Mario's side.

Mario and Luigi held each other and smiled, as they shared in the love and joy of their dæmons reuniting.

Mario then noticed another person standing further back behind Luigi. Someone Mario should've known he'd see, but didn't expect to see.

"Hey Spike", he waved half heartedly.

The large man awkwardly smiled and waved back, his mastiff dæmon crouched down: ears pinned back, her tail still.

"What is he doing here?", Mario asked his brother.

"Hey!", said Spike.

"I was just curious!", Mario replied.

"He's helping me out", Luigi explained.

"For the record!", Spike jumped in, "He asked me. I didn't volunteer or nothing!"

"Right...", said Mario.

"So...ehh...You're looking good Mario", Spike said approaching them cautiously. Something about his posture and the way he looked so shy would've made Mario laugh. But things were different now.

"Thanks Spike", Mario replied, not even attempting to hide his deadpanned tone. "But what's happening? Where are you both?"

"Brooklyn sewer system", said Luigi.

He gestured behind them, and Mario could now clearly see all the scattered pipes that made up the complicated system.

"Something's happening back in Brooklyn", Spike explained. "Whole giant opening suddenly appeared. It's like it's there, but it's almost like..."

"An opening?", finished Mario.

"Yeah...", said Spike.

Then he stepped forward.

"But what is...all this?!", he asked gesturing to the window where the Bros were still holding each other, and along the wall. "I thought that mushroom place was through a pipe? Where are you, Mario?!"

"Peach's castle", answered Mario.

"No way!", Spike cried, dashing up to the bars as well and peering in. "The princess' pad?!"

"Castle", Mario emphasised harshly.

"But...", continued Spike, either oblivious or just choosing to ignore Mario's tone. "How is it that you're here, and we're here, at the same time?"

"Maybe", Luigi spoke up, "the worlds are...on top of each other?"

"Like...like a layered cake?", Spike asked scratching his head.

"Yeah kinda", said Luigi.

Mario tightened his grip on his brother.

"We gotta fix this, and fast. Things are worse than we thought. I'll run to Peach. I'll tell her everything. I'll tell her I saw you and..."

"We'll meet up back at this spot", finished Luigi.

"Might be worth seeing if there are any more of these 'windows' further up", suggested Spike. "Would be easier than just running all the way back here."

"Yeah, that would be handy", agreed Mario. He was still reeling from everything that was happening.

Suddenly Belissia left Eliseo and crawled back up Luigi's arm to his shoulder, where she started chirping excitedly in his ear.

Whatever she was trying to say, Luigi seemed to understand, because his eyes suddenly widened and he gripped Mario tighter.

"If the worlds are trying to open up to each other again, and we're able to communicate and reach through to each other from here...", Luigi began.

"Then that means there might be a way to fix the connection!", continued Mario. "And that means, if we can find a way to do that..."

"Then...we can...", said Luigi.

Neither wanted to finish that sentence. It all sounded too farfetched. Too good to be true. They knew, when their bond had mended the worlds but fated them to be apart, they took that fate bitterly, but willingly, knowing it was the only way.

So for a new chance to finally open up. For everything to be right...for them to be....

Mario rubbed his hands up and down his brother's arms, trying to focus himself. Then he gently clasped his hand around the back of his brother's neck, and brought their foreheads together again.

"Whatever happens", he said. His voice quivering. "We won't be sad. Whatever happens, we got to see each other again."

Luigi nodded, but he was too choked up to say anything.

Mario thought he was going to break down there and then, in front of Spike no less! But who cared if he did. He needed to say this to his brother.

"I've missed you, so much, Luigi." He choked out. "Sometimes I wonder, if we did the right thing. Nothing hurts more every day than being away from you."

"I feel the same way.", Luigi whispered.

"But we kept ourselves busy", said Mario. "We have busy lives. But I don't just want a life. I want you right there with me."

"I do too", Luigi said. The tears were already coming down his face.

"So we're going to do our best", Mario said quietly. "We're going to find a way to save the worlds, and be together. But if we can't..."

"We won't be sad", said Luigi, repeating Mario's words from earlier.

"Right."

Mario felt Eliseo nudge his side. His mane soft and reassuring. Belissia leaned against Luigi's neck, giving little licks and snuffles in comfort.

Then suddenly there was a loud noise from behind Luigi and Spike.

"Ah stars we gotta go!", Spike said urgently.

Luigi nodded but he still hung onto Mario, fear evident in his eyes.

Mario gave him a warm smile and a nod.

"You'll be fine", he said.

Then he turned to Spike.

"You keep him safe!", said Mario fiercely.

"Ha, hardly!", Spike laughed. "He's been keeping me safe."

Mario blinked. Did Spike just...praise Luigi?!

Another loud bang sounded behind the green plumber and construction worker.

Spike grabbed hold of Luigi's arm.

"Come on Green", Spike said more urgently. "We gotta go!"

Luigi panicked as he felt himself being pulled out of Mario's grasp. Mario held onto him a bit longer, giving a last reassuring smile.

"I'm going to hug you so tight next time we see each other", he said.

Luigi smiled, before he was yanked harshly by Spike out of his grasp, and they disappeared into the darkness. Belissia's squeaks echoing around the pipes.

Mario stood there for a moment. He suddenly felt...lost.

Then he noticed Eliseo. His dæmon was surprisingly standing tall, determined. A new light clearly in his eyes.

It was obvious he had not given up yet.

"Alright", Mario gave one of his best grins. "No time for waiting!"

And with that, filled with a new sense of purpose, they raced off to find Peach.

- - -

Author's notes under the cut

Ok, so when I wrote this earlier today, I was honestly not expecting to follow it up with a fanfic! I'm usually not one to follow up on angsty ideas, as it's usually just too hard for me to handle solo.

However, I am down for hopeful angst. And I am also down for scenarios where the Bros are separated but they have a chance to be together again, so help me! I will always do my best to support that!

Anyway, hope you like the fic. I know it might be rushed and honestly might not make a tone of sense given the series it is using as the basis for its AU. But I hope you at least enjoy the brotherly moments :)

Not gonna lie, I teared up a bit writing the ending ❤💚

[istadris]

@multicolour-ink gave me permission to share this idea I had about her daemon AU (which you should absolutely check out because :

1)it’s absolutely amazing and gives me lots of feels

2)the rest of the post won’t make much sense otherwise)

*

After the Power Star broke their mental barrier, after they learned once again to enjoy the touch of each other’s souls, at some point the bros are on an adventure in another kingdom.

Or rather, they’re in Trouble.

They’re on the run from Bowser’s troops, with a hefty price on their heads (especially Mario), and while they have fought the army before, they’re currently ragged, with no power ups around, and are forced to run and hide this time.

Thankfully, the kingdom they’re hiding has races with daemons, so their companions don’t stand out too much...but if the Koopa Troop starts asking questions, their description might give them away quickly.  They manage to sneak inside an abandoned mansion (no boos around, thankfully) and find all sorts of clothes and costumes. Disguises! That’ll do the trick!

That’s when Luigi thinks of something completely crazy, but just to muddle their tracks further...what if they switched daemons for a while? Touch is not a problem with them and none of their enemies would expect them to pull such an outrageous trick. They know the other’s daemon enough to expect any reactions. And it’s only for until they can find a way home. It’s crazy, yes, but it could work!

Mario doesn’t like this idea at first, obviously; what if they get separated and their daemons feel the pull? What if someone figures out their souls don’t match their human? But he doesn’t have any better idea...and after thinking on it for a bit, he realizes that Luigi is not suggesting it on a whim : he would trust Mario with Belissia, with his very soul, despite having lived through the trauma of Bowser trying to separate Luigi from his daemon. Likewise, if there is one person in the world Mario would absolutely trust to look after his daemon, it’s his brother.

They still practice for a bit, while looking for clothes and supplies; Mario feels weirdly unbalanced without the large presence of Eliseo by his side, feeling him further than usual (not to the point of hurting, but usually, his daemon is barely a couple of steps away). And it’s even weirder for Luigi, who’s used to his daemon skittering all over his body.

They find clothes and dress up, and try to look as different as possible for once. Mario grabs the most simple and mundane clothes he can find, counting on trying to be unremarkable and plain. Luigi should probably follow his lead, but as he comes across what seems to be the suite/personal quarters of the master of the mansion...he can't help it: he's already dreamed to dress fancy, to look elegant and rich, and these clothes are so beautiful, so delicate...he compromises his more flashy appearance by using a kind of veil to hide part of his face.

As they reach a big town, they start feeling eyes on them. Whispers and open stares, some even pointing, and worst of all, Luigi seems to be the one drawing them. Or is it Eliseo ? It's rude to stare at someone's dæmon in Mario & Luigi's world, but it seems this kingdom doesn't have the same customs.

Then suddenly the mayor of the town strides towards them with several guards, and Mario is bracing himself for a fight...but no one pays him any attention and instead, the mayor goes straight to Luigi, welcoming him warmly into their town and thanking him for granting them such a high honor by his visit.

Turns out, in this kingdom, dæmons are strongly associated with status, even more than in the Bros' world. And a lion dæmon? That's the mark of royalty, assuredly. Both brothers are caught off guard but manage to play it off ; yes yes, Luigi is a prince from another kingdom, and Mario is his personal servant (with "his" ferret dæmon, no one bats an eye at his low status). Thankfully, they have learned enough from spending time with princesses and kings to be convincing.

Meanwhile Mario has to make himself into something he hates to be. Quiet. Small. Unnoticeable. Slipping out of sight as if he never existed. But Belissia by his side helps him see the power of hiding in shadows and concealing his true nature, and he realises there's a side of his brother even he never noticed.

Mario does his best to stay around, but sometimes he's supposed to act like a servant and needs to leave his side (thankfully not far enough to become uncomfortable for their dæmons).

It's a very stressing time for Luigi; he regrets suggesting that plan, he wishes he could cuddle Belissia to reassure himself when dealing with the high ranked people of the town. But Eliseo is by his side, reminding me his brother is always watching over him, pressing its large head against his flank when Luigi is afraid to fail; he manages to find an inner strenght he didn't realise he possessed, acting braver and stronger than he is. Maybe because he can comfort himself with the idea that "they're not looking at me, but another person".

I don't know exactly how it happens, but at some point the jig is up (Koopas passing by and recognizing them ? A slip in their behavior? Someone connecting the dots?), but thankfully they have managed to recover enough, and gain allies and power ups, so they manage to get away and fix some issues of the kingdom in the meantime...

...but now they can't ever go back there because rumors have gone wild about the freaky conmen who are sharing dæmons.

"I heard one of them doesn't even have a dæmon..."

"Yes, it's because the other has TWO of them, and they share one to mask as normal people"

"I heard one of them is actually a dæmon himself, that's why he's never far from the other!"

"Don't be silly, dæmons don't talk, and they have been fighting hand to hand with a lot of troops!"

"Who says normal rules apply to them ? They're from another world, maybe dæmons don't work the same here ??"

[dooplissss]

Long time lurker, saw your tag, go off about emmett and his gf im nosy.

thank you beloved i am kissing you if you so desire

ok. god. where do i start. ok so my oc Emmett is my newest dnd pc, he's. his life sucks so much.

my beautiful little guy had this lovely life on top of a mountain in the town of Annona, a quaint colorful place that is a bit of a tourist destination. His dad died about 8 years ago, right before his family adopted his little brother Eliseo, and so Emmett and Eliseo are really close to their mom Jazmin. They run a small restaurant together and importantly Emmett's dad was essentially the spiritual leader for the town for their goddess Mama Pallay (pal-lay), so losing him put the whole town in a bit of a tizzy. It wasn't said outloud that Emmett had to take his place but it certainly was implied, he just wasn't ready to take it up yet. Maybe someday, just not now.

Cue Marasmus, a little mushroom on the hillside that was plucked and sold at the farmers market, where Jazmin picked him up and served him to Emmett for dinner. She didn't know what would happen next, she really didn't and she's gonna seem like a bad guy but she isn't. Emmett ate this mushroom and it began to eat him alive, putting Emmett to sleep and walking and talking in his place until Emmett was barely conscious for months at a time.

Then one night at a congregation Emmett was about to feed a mushroom to his brother and it Woke Him Up, he wasn't asleep inside his body anymore. And he ran, he went home and packed his things as fast as he could only for his mom to block his way. And she knew that voice in his head, Marasmus, by name, begged Emmett to stay. Emmett escaped her grasped and ran away from home as far as he could, all while this voice in his head is yelling at him to turn back.

And he's been running ever since, while this awful thing possessing him tears him down and tells him he should feed people mushrooms that he doesn't understand the purpose of. He's done some dangerous things to get rid of this thing but nothing works, it always brings him back to life with more and more rot every time. So now he's a Pact of the Undead Warlock and hates every second of it

Then comes Yulissa, this lovely 6'6 deer firbolg who is so sweet to him. They run an errand together where she accidentally gets dunked into the ocean and Emmett offers her his gloves and she's immediately like. Oh. This man is so sweet. I think I'm a little in love with him. and Emmett (and me) is completely oblivious to this until later on he divulges some of his story and Yulissa promises she's here for him, he's not alone anymore, and he instantly falls in love against his better judgement. he has nothing he can give to her but she doesn't ask for anything other than to like her, not even love her just tolerate her and he can't help being head over heels for her

And now it turns out Yulissa is supposed to be a human sacrifice and over his already dead body will that happen, he's gone from so woe-is-me to I need to save her and I'll do anything it takes to get there, we will get our happy ending, I need her to see her worth just as she sees the worth in me. also they are purple and yellow bc i love complementary couples so much and they just AUGH

like he's basically a shambling corpse thats slowly rotting away and this person sees him and says 'I'm going to protect you, you've been through enough, let me help you' when all he's heard in his ear is consume consume consume i'm. i'm crazy about them. i could go on and on and on and i sure have i'm just having such a fun time with them. and it helps that the friend i'm playing in the space with is so fun and always has such brilliant ideas about them and we're just circling each other around this sweet little ship that could and i'm just having blast ok post over

[cheerstotheelites-if]

What would be the Ros reaction if they had a dream that they're married to mc? Like, they "wake up" and they are in a bed that they didn't fall asleep in that looks to be for two people, theres a weight in their ring finger, and they can smell something coming from what they assume is the kitchen, and they can hear two voices coming from the same place.

I'm pretty bad at wording stuff but I hope is readable! :'3

It's readable and understandable, don't worry! Though I'm having a little trouble comprehending how to pull your intended scenario off without making it confusing, so I'll just do the aftermath instead. Hope that's alright!

Weylyn: He's never looking at you the same way again. In a positive way! He'll get all flushed and flustered whenever he looks at you and the dream just flashes before him. Constantly has a small goofy smile on his lips.

Fleur: Not much outward reaction. Though you do keep finding her staring at you for a long while, before looking away with a frown on her face as she goes deep in thought.

Zephyrine: Her face gets redder whenever you're around because the thought of marrying you is so... Eliseo joked that she became a radar of how far or close you are, which didn't help her at all.

Eliseo: You often find him deep in thought whenever he's alone, brows furrowed and fingers threaded. Looks like he's calculating for something, and you swear you hear him mumble something about family planning in the future???

Cooper: He has no shame at all. Throwing an arm around your shoulders with his usual grin, saying, "Hey, guess what. I had a dream where you and I got married and had a kid. Wouldn't be heehee haha of me to make that a reality with you in the future?"

Ophelia: The dream messed her up. She likes being with you, but having her brain interpret that to marriage of all things makes her wanna hide forever and not think about it as she tries to control her fluster. Seeing you everyday only makes it worse.

[artisticlegshake]

MINI MALE BEST DANCER TOP 13 (LAS VEGAS)

Tristan Jones - GOTTA DANCE

Hudson Matthews - NEXT STEP

Brody Schaffer - DANCEOLOGY

Eliseo Duque - THE RCOK

Aiden Suarez - NEXT STEP

Sebastian Saenger - ART DANCE

Mogilny Over - DC DANCE FACTORY

Nathan Laska - CM DANCING

Oliver McCallum - THE ROCK

Jason Adamson - CLUB

Charlie Springer - CSPAS

Kyle Young - CLUB

Chase Lang - LARKIN

*All competing in the dance-off!

[redacted-scp-antics]

English is not my main language, so... I will most likely make some mistakes (grammar etc.) but I will try my best. :>

I'm really nervous about this whole thing. I don't know how people will react to this blog. But I'm just going to yeet myself into cold water and see what happens.

Anyway, I created this blog because I wanted to see what it would be like to have my very own centered around a certain topic. This little blog will be focused on my own SCP canon plus the ocs in it. This includes the O5 council, agents and members from other GOI.

WARNING!! This blog will mention serious topics!! Some characters have dealt with bullying, homophobia and more!! Please be careful. I will try my best to tag posts like that include triggers.

Also I won't reveal my exact age but I am over 18 years old. So I would prefer that everyone who might interact with this blog is also an adult.

DNI (if you think I forgot something, please let me know):

- transphobes

- homophobes

- anti lgbtqia+ overall

- maps

- albeists

- racists

- anti oc x canon (seriously, people who do oc x canon are just people and if you think a ship is problematic you can calmly tell them)

Since this is my first ask blog, I still have to figure things out, I'm not an expert :3

For now anonymous asks are turned off, I might turn them on eventually.

Alright, enough chit-chat. Let's jump over to the SCP stuff .

First things first: This blog is indeed inspired by other similar blogs. Tumblr has some really cool blogs focused on SCP content.

Let me finally start talking a bit more about my canon:

1. The veil is NOT lifted.

2. The Foundation has a pretty chill relationship with the GOC and Serpent's Hand.

3. Their relationship with the Chaos Insurgency... well, it's complicated.

4. There are different humanoid species. This includes the Saints, Starborn and Stareater.

5. Most characters you might know from the wiki do not exist in this canon. However, who knows? We might actually encounter a Clef from another canon.

I... I'm going to drop a character list. Because I have a bunch of them, and a list might help you all keeping track. Also, all of the characters are adults.

_Ethics Committee_

- Melia Callais (she/her)

_Foundation personnel_

- Evangeline Alcalde (she/her): agent • Factotum member of Five

- Marin (he/him): agent with the codename "Cheetah" • very close with Ten

- Aziel Madris (he/him): agent [MTF Nine-Tailed Fox]

- Lucan Maleko (he/him): agent [MTF Avalon's Wake] • formerly a Chaos Insurgency member • good friends with Eleven

- Kaja Diven (she/her): agent in Six's team • skilled pilot

- Avan Makarovich (he/him): agent with the codename "Bluebell" [MTF Red Right Hand]

- Elijah Makarovich (he/him): agent [MTF Hammer Down] • Avan's father

- Vaughn Feyrer (he/him): agent [MTF Street Samurai]

- Alise (he/him): doctor

- Ava Cloutier (she/her): anomaly

- Amber Rayleight (she/her): therapist

- Kajani (he/him): agent and caretaker

- Mordesh (she/her | he/him | it/its | they/them): anomaly

- Cassiopeia (she/her): anomaly

_O5 Council_

- O5-1: Merakhi (he/him) • "The Liar / The Deceiver"

- O5-2: Eliseo (he/him) • "Eye of Themis / Sword of Justice / Law's Right Hand"

- O5-3: Malakias (he/him) • "The Hunter / The Executioner"

- O5-4: Astra (he/him) • "Storyteller / Fairytale Prince"

- O5-5: Sanghae (he/him) • "Soultamer / The Host of a Thousand Souls / Ghost Catcher"

- O5-6: Marley (he/him) • "Eagle Eye / Harpy's Talon"

- O5-7: Lusca (trans ftm he/him) • "Sea Wasp"

- O5-8: Layne (he/him) • "Copper Heart / Child of Rust"

- O5-9: Rye (he/him) • "Frogcore"

- O5-10: Verean (he/him) • "Electric Eye / The Spy"

- O5-11: Alain (he/him) • "Ventriloquist"

- O5-12: Jolyon (he/him and they/them) • "Magician / Spell Caster"

- O5-13: Niran (he/him) • "Keeper of Light"

- Administrator: Ascian (he/him)

_Other_

- Sage Rivera (he/him): GOC agent • works very closely with the Foundation and is a part of the MTF Abyss Gazers

- Fiera (she/her): GOC • Sage's close, if not even his best, friend • very skilled pilot and medic

- Olivia Cardoso (she/her): Serpent's Hand

_Saints_

- Liardin (he/him)

- Satia (she/her)

- Satus (he/him and they/them) • Satus is not his real name. Just the name the different GOI use.

_Starborn_

- Lacania (she/her)

- Eloni (she/her)

- Revan (he/him)

- Ascian (yes, the Administrator.)

- Alkaois (he/him)

_Stareater_

- Carmient (he/him)

- Ashem (he/him)

- Lynia (she/her)

- Noire (he/him)

- Lacereil (he/him)

(If you come up with headcanons for my characters, please feel free to tell me. I love headcanons :3

One more thing: I did not mention the sexualities of these characters. But none of them is straight.)

[thecircusfreaks]

❣ eliseo

|| send me ❣ for 3 pros & 3 cons of dating my muse! ||

PROS:

He's mature. Dating him would mean that you don't have to deal with any sort of teen drama. He speaks up when something is on his mind and he keeps an open attitude if something is on yours

He makes a mean cocktail. Having your personal bartender means a night at home is always with some good drinks and snacks.

His house is not only open to you but also to your friends and family. He is very hospitable and wants all your loved ones to feel equally at home.

CONS:

Owning a bar means he often isn't available in the evenings or during holiday season.

Sleeping beside him can be a pain. He is quite the restless sleeper and moves around a lot.

He is not necessarily a jealous type but he is a little possessive which could be off putting.

[multicolour-ink]

"You Could've Hurt Him"

A prequel to the Mario Dæmon AU. All credit and thanks goes to @istadris for the idea. They told me about it, and I liked it so much I asked if I could adapt it into a oneshot! I really enjoyed writing this, and also having the chance to expand the story on this AU.

A dæmon is a person's soul. To touch another person's dæmon is a great taboo, and can cause great distress and pain.

Please refer to the masterpost for full context.

- - -

"Hey, Luigi", said Mario with a sly grin. "Wanna play a prank on Mama?"

Luigi blinked at him. The two of them were five years old, sitting in the family living room.

"A prank?", Luigi asked nervously?

He glanced over to their Nonno, who was fast asleep in front of the still blaring television set. His dæmon (a blue budgie) sat on his hat, her head under her wing.

"Don't worry!", said Mario, sensing his brother's distress. "Not that kind of prank. A fun one. Mama will find it so funny!"

Luigi blinked again, then smiled and nodded, and Mario told him the plan...

- - -

"MAMA!!!", Luigi cried out, in his best panicked voice.

Their mother immediately came flying into the room, her hen dæmon equally in flight as she toppled in after her human, her feathers all puffed up.

"What is is darling?!", cried their Mama. Her heart stopped as she saw her youngest son kneeling on the floor in tears.

"I've lost my dæmon!", Luigi wailed, before hiding his face in his hands.

Mama blinked. She stepped back a little, as if ready to run outside and prepare a search party. A missing dæmon was no laughing matter!

But then she caught sight of a baby squirrel hiding on top of Luigi's head. She also caught the very obvious smile Luigi was trying to hide on his tear stained face.

She breathed out slowly, pretending to still be worried.

"Oh my!", she exclaimed, playing along. "Oh that's veeery bad to hear, darling! But she can't have gone far. I'll help you look."

And she started making a great show of it, peeking behind the door and under the worn couch.

The two brothers started snickering, as Mama started looking in even more obscure places. They started cackling even louder as Mama's hen dæmon started pecking at the carpet, as if expecting to find Luigis' dæmon hiding under the floorboards.

"Could she be...here?", Mama asked, as she lifted a pillow on the couch.

"Or maybe...here?", as she looked under a chair.

"Or maybe she's under here!", Mama declared, as she carefully lifted Nonno's cap off his head. Neither Nonno or the budgie stirred.

"Ah no, just Nonno's head!", said Mama, pretending to grimace.

The boys were at this point beside themselves, unable to keep up the act any longer.

Mama stood up and scratched her head in pretend confusion. Then she turned, gave a cheeky grin towards her boys, and then carefully approached her youngest.

"Ah ha! There she is!", cried Mama, pointing to the squirrel with a flourish.

She was quite surprised to see her boys still laughing.

"No no, Mama!", Mario giggled. His words almost obscured by his laughter. "She's not there. She's right here!"

And he suddenly lifted up his shirt, reached under, and presented a small mouse in his palm. She squeaked and twitched her nose in excitement, clearly proud of the joke.

Mama blinked. She frowned. Her eyes quickly darted between her sons, the squirrel, and the mouse.

Then she clasped a hand to her mouth, her face draining of colour.

"MARIO?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!", she shrieked. As if her eldest son had just pulled out a hand grenade.

Before Mario could even answer, his mother strode over with tremendous speed, grabbed his wrist, and started shaking his arm hard in an attempt to dislodge the mouse from her perch.

"Put her down, NOW!", Mama shrieked again. Luigi's dæmon, Belissia, fell to the ground with a small thud. Luigi cried out at the impact.

Mario rubbed his wrist as Mama let go; the squirrel, Eliseo, jumped down from his perch to comfort his human.

"How could you do that?!", Mama was still yelling. "You could've hurt Luigi!"

"But Mama it didn't hurt!", Luigi tried to say, but was cut off immediately by Mama.

"How could you both do such a thing?!", her voice was getting higher and higher. They had never seen their mother look this distressed.

"Hey, hey! What's going on?!"

Uncle Arthur came tumbling into the room. His wife, Marie, followed close behind, with Uncle Tony bringing up the rear.

The three of them were certainly surprised to see such a scene. Mama was crying and tottering in one spot on the floor, as if she was about to fall over: her hen dæmon equally as ruffled and distressed. Nonno was startled awake by all the yelling. And then there was the boys, who looked scared and confused as if they were deer caught in headlights.

"Th-they were", Mama started, shakily. She gestured a trembling hand at the boys.

"They were...holding each other's dæmons!"

Aunt Marie gasped and covered her mouth. Uncle Tony peered over their shoulders, equally as confused.

Uncle Arthur blinked.

"You...You're having a laugh, right?", he chuckled, expecting it all to be a joke.

"No I am NOT!", cried Mama. Her voice raising again.

"What's all the yelling for?", asked Nonno. He was now fully awake as he gazed around the room.

"You! You daft old-", shouted Mama. She strode over to Nonno, pointing a threatening finger in his face.

"Wha'choo yelling at me for?!", exclaimed Nonno, as he shrank back into the chair. The budgie fluttered out of reach from the dishevelled hen dæmon.

"You were supposed to be watching them!", shrieked Mama. "My boys could've been hurt because of you!"

"It wasn't Nonno's fault, Mama!", Mario bravely spoke up.

"Don't you dare speak!", yelled Mama. "How could you do that Mario?! How could you hurt your brother?! How could you play with his dæmon?! Luigi, why did you let him do that?! Do you not understand?!"

Luigi couldn't even reply. He was trembling, his head buried in Mario's shoulder. Mario kept a tight hold on his brother. Their dæmons were equally as on edge, huddling together as little mice.

"Hey now!", Uncle Arthur stepped forward, holding up his hands in an attempt to gain some control of peace. "That's enough, you're scaring the boys."

Mama did a sharp gasp, as if she had suddenly been snapped back to her senses. She took in her boys. Mario tight lipped and stony. Luigi shaking against his brother, tears rolling down his face.

Mama went over to them at once, and fell to her knees. She gently cradled their faces in her hands.

"Oh my boys", she breathed. She took in the faces of her sons. Her babies. Her sweet angels.

"I'm so sorry for shouting like that! I didn't mean to frighten you so. It's just...what you did was very bad."

"Are we in trouble?", Luigi asked quietly.

"No! No.", answered Mama reassuringly. "You're not in trouble my darlings. But you must never, ever do that again. It's not right."

"We were just playing!", said Mario.

Mama shook her head.

"You must never, ever, touch another person's dæmon", said Mama firmly.

She swallowed.

"Especially each other's. It's wrong."

"But why Mama?!"

Mama sighed.

"There are...rules, in this world, my darlings. Rules that are in place to keep us all safe."

"Like when we're told to always knock on the bathroom door before going in?", asked Luigi.

Mama's mouth twitched into a faint smile.

"Yeah...Something like that."

She sighed again, before standing a little straighter.

"I will have to tell your father about this", she said, her lip quivering. "Just...be good until then, and please don't let me catch you doing that again for the rest of the night."

The brothers could only nod in response.

- - -

It was only an hour later until their Papa came in the door, whistling a merry tune after a day of work. He yelled out greetings to the rest of the family, and then all too quickly noticed the sombre silence filling the walls.

Mama took him quietly aside into the kitchen. She had shut the door a little, but the brothers could still make out what was going on. Mario approached cautiously, peering in but not getting too close to the door. He caught sight of his mother pacing around the kitchen in a state. His father poised as rigid as a statue.

Papa then suddenly turned, sensing his son in the doorway, and their eyes met.

Mario's breath hitched. Their father was not a strict man. And he was certainly not a scary man; but the frown now adorning the man's face told all. To Mario, that was always the worst expression to see on him.

Dinner was just as silent. The room suppressed of any chatter.

After everyone had finished eating, Mama took Luigi into the living room, and Papa pulled Mario aside into the hallway. He wasn't frowning now, but he looked sad.

He sat on the staircase and gestured Mario to sit down, patting the empty spot beside him.

Mario cautiously did so. Even though his father was quite a short man, he seemed to tower over Mario on the narrow stairs. Their dæmons, Papa's peccary and Eliseo (as a dormouse) sat side by side against the wall.

"Your mama told me what happened today", he said.

Mario swallowed.

"I hope you understand, that what you both did was very wrong."

Mario shook his head.

"We were just playing!", he said indignantly.

Papa sighed tiredly. He pressed his index and middle finger to his forehead, before letting out a breath, and turned to his eldest son again.

"I know you both are too young to understand. And I know you didn't mean any harm, but that was still a very dangerous thing to do, Mario. You're the big brother. You need to make sure you and Luigi are always safe."

Papa shifted again, placing a large hand gently on his son's shoulder.

"You didn't know, and that's okay. But now that you do know, you won't do it again, alright?"

"But it didn't hurt..." Mario said in a very small voice. He leaned forward and pressed his face into his knees.

"I like holding her..."

Papa rubbed his back.

"You're both alright now. But next time, you may not be so lucky.", Papa said, his voice stern but soft.

"You didn't realise it, but it's dangerous. You don't want to hurt Luigi, do you?"

Mario sat up at once.

"Of course not!"

"Then just remember what we told you. Me, and your mother.", Papa smiled.

He patted his son on the back.

"You best get upstairs and ready for bed. Mama and I will be up to tuck you boys in soon."

Mario nodded and sped up the stairs at once. Eliseo slinking behind as a weasel.

- - -

Only a few moments after getting his teeth brushed and finding his pyjamas, Mario was more than exhausted. But he was still too upset to go to sleep.

He kicked the dresser in frustration, then sat back against the bedroom wall, knees up to his chest.

Eliseo approached cautiously as a lion cub, and nuzzled his arm. But Mario remained stiff: he didn't just want the comfort of his dæmon.

He wanted Luigi. But his brother was currently still downstairs getting the same (less harsher) lecture from Papa.

It wasn't fair! Mario was more confused than ever. Why was it wrong to hold each other's dæmons?! Mama and Papa had said it was dangerous, but how? Nothing had happened, and they were fine. They had held each other's dæmons even before today, and neither Mama, Papa, or the rest of the family had noticed.

Maybe they just had to be more careful next time, and not get caught. But the last words from Papa still burned in Mario's head:

"You don't want to hurt Luigi, do you?"

Mario frowned. He would never want to hurt Luigi! And he knew Luigi would never hurt him. But Belissia wouldn't hurt him either. She was always very sweet. And she liked sitting in his hand!

He couldn't explain why it felt so nice to hold her....She just did...

Mario now stood up from where he sat, Eliseo more alert. They would both have to be careful. If Mama and Papa said it was dangerous, and there was a chance they could get hurt (Mario worried more so for Luigi), then they just couldn't hold their dæmons anymore.

He would have to talk to Luigi later, but right now, he wanted to cuddle with Eliseo and be kissed goodnight by Mama.

So with that, Mario got under the covers (Eliseo transforming into a cuddly red panda for comfort) and soon after drifted to sleep.

- - -

Years later, when they were much older, Mario would be able to explain exactly how it felt. Holding Belissia was like...she was almost another part of himself. It felt like, in the moments when he held her, he became more connected with Luigi than ever before. And he knew Luigi felt the same way with Eliseo.

In the years that followed, the refusal to hold each other's dæmons would unknowingly create a rift. Though the brothers loved each other still, the bond between them and the dæmons wavered, until they were unable to connect as they did before.

And it would not be until even later, when a chance encounter with an evil king and a Power Star, would decide the fates of the worlds...

And the love between brothers...

[ricky52sblog]

EDUARDO HIDALGO QUE LES PARECE ESTE BANDOLERO, ALCOHOLICO MALO, Y MARIGÜANERO DEL SOL CONDOMINIO 1655 WEST 44TH PLACE APT 436 HIALEAH, FLORIDA 33312 TODOS LOS DIAS DESPUES DE LAS 5:00PM LO VAN A VER EN LA PUERTA DE SU APT RENTADO FUMANDO MARIGÜANA Y TOMANDO ALCOHOL SIN CAMISA Y EN SHORT DICEN QUE ES UN GRAN ELECTRICISTA NO LO CREO, ESTE TIPEJO AL IGUAL QUE DANIEL SANTANA QUEVEDO APT 337 SE PASAN TODOS LOS DIAS DANDO GOLPES CON UN BATE EN EL TECHO DEL APT 336 EL DE MI OADRE ELISEO S. GENDE, MD OB/GYN PHYSICIAN DUEÑO DEL INMUEBLE PARA QUE SE MUDE Y VOLVERLO LOCO EN UN COMPLOT JUNTOS PARA NO PAGARLE LAS FILTRACIONES DEL TECHO DE SU CASA Y LA PARED A MI PADRE ESTOS DOS HIJOS PUTAS SE TURNAN CON LOS HIJOS PEQUEÑOS QIE SON UN PAR DE DEPRAVADOS Y PERVERTIDOS COMO SU PADRE QUE LES DA ESE EJEMPLO EN SU CASA OK!!!! HEMOS INFORMADO A LA ADMINISTRACION DEL CONDOMINIO Y NO PADA NADA, A LA POLICIA Y NO PADA NADA, A LA CORTE CIVIL Y NO PASA NADA SON MAESTROS DE VARA LARGA POR ESO HAGO ESTAS DENUCIAS Y BISQUEJOS PUBLICOS NO ME QUEDA DE OTRAS OK!!!! EDUARDO HIDALGO WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS BANDIT, BAD ALCOHOLIC, AND MARIJUANERO DEL SOL CONDOMINIO 1655 WEST 44TH PLACE APT 436 HIALEAH, FLORIDA 33312 EVERY DAY AFTER 5:00PM YOU WILL SEE IT AT THE DOOR OF YOUR APT WASHED SMOKING MARIJUANA AND DRINKING SHIRT OFF & ON SHORT SAY HE IS A GREAT ELECTRICIAN I DON'T THINK SO, THIS GUY JUST LIKE DANIEL SANTANA QUEVEDO APT 337 THEY PASS EVERY DAY HITING WITH A BAT ON THE ROOF OF APT 336 THE ONE OF MY OADRE ELISEO S. GENDE, MD OB/GYN PHYSICIAN OWNER OF THE PROPERTY TO MOVE AND MAKE HIM CRAZY IN A PLOT TOGETHER TO NOT PAY THE LEAKS OF THE ROOF OF HIS HOUSE AND WALL TO MY FATHER THESE TWO SONS OF BITCHES TURN WITH THE YOUNG CHILDREN QIE ARE A COUPLE OF D T H E V E AND PERVERTS LIKE THEIR FATHER WHO GIVES THEM THAT EXAMPLE IN THEIR HOUSE OK!!!! WE HAVE REPORTED TO THE ADMINISTRATION OF THE CONDOMINIUM AND PAY NOTHING, TO THE POLICE AND PAY NOTHING, CIVIL COURT AND NOTHING HAPPENS THEY ARE TEACHERS OF VARA LARGA SO I MAKE THESE DENUCIATIONS AND PUBLIC BISCUITS I HAVE NO OTHER OK!!!! (at Hialeah, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnBbTgauMh1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[cyborb]

[ FLARE UV-08 / THETA UV-Θ ]

lysandre certainly wins the award for most bloodthirsty member of rainbow rocket. when he’s gone a while without “feeding,” he begins to appear like the living corpse that he truly is, and covers his face with various masks.

links to the other universes: [ supersymmetry directory ] ~ [ base ] ~ [ aqua ] ~ [ magma ] ~ [ cosmos ] ~ [ flare ] ~ [ galactic ] ~ [ aether ] ~ [ plasma ]

(image text under the cut)

A world devoid of life following the successful firing of the Kalosian Ultimate Weapon, supercharged with the power of Yveltal. Little life remains - plant, pokémon, or otherwise - making survival difficult for the unlucky stragglers left behind. 

It is unsurprisingly difficult to keep a select group of people alive after killing off pretty much all renewable food sources on the planet, so even the survivors of Team Flare have little hope despite their preparation. The only ones really flourishing here are the abundant numbers of ghost type pokemon.

LYSANDRE ELISEO: Firing the ultimate weapon takes its toll, and for Lysandre it came in the form of undeath. Despite effortless immortality, he can only maintain his youthful appearance through absorbing the departed souls of others. Even his own loyal team members were not safe from his vanity-driven bloodlust, and now being brought to a universe teeming with life is nothing but a blessing for him.

[cheerstotheelites-if]

Hello this is definitely NOT bread anon with a mustache, anywho, If you have the time to answer I'd like to know the RO's reactions to a stoic MC accidentally playing a song on full volume on their phone, and instead of just turning it off MC just swiftly power walks out of the room with the song still blaring from their phone (with a slightly flustered expression).

I hope this ask finds you in good health, sincerely,

Br- NOT Bread Anon.

Hello, Bread anon. Your mustache is falling off. 💀💀

Weylyn: Follows to check up on you, while also trying not to make you feel even more flustered by asking.

Fleur: Just watches the fumble with furrowed brows and confusion.

Zephyrine: Stifling a laugh, and ultimately failing. You can hear her wheezing and cackling from the next room. How kind of her.

Eliseo: Actually manages to stifle his laugh, but you can see an amused smirk hidden behind his hand.

Cooper: Snorts. Audibly snorts. He finds the fumble and fluster both adorable and thoroughly entertaining.

Ophelia: Flinches a bit in surprise at the sudden loud volume, too shook to notice the flustered expression.

[multicolour-ink]

Haha this just keeps getting better and better 😆👍 I love all your ideas and I can’t stop making more myself!

- Mario just comes out of the whole adventure with so many nip marks it looks like he’s had failed piercings. Luigi is all “What happened to you?, and Mario is like “Who do you think?!”

- Eliseo and Belissia love their humans AND their brothers respectively - but sometimes they do wonder why they are absolute idiots.

- Despite the size difference I am 100% all for Belissia actually being the one to snap half the time. Most of it is from Luigi’s cautious and nervous nature, but mostly it’s because she just gets annoyed! How can they stay safe when their humans keep getting into trouble?! Eliseo is actually the calmer one - up until someone they and Mario love get threatened or hurt, then it’s a different matter.

- The fancy dinner party is a great idea! Maybe Mario is sent to work in the kitchens and serve for the night and he finds it’s handy to have a small dæmon who can keep out of the way in the small kitchen. And she’s able to slink around the guests at the party (while Mario is serving the food) to waylaid information from Mario to Luigi and Eliseo.

- Luigi having to answer questions about his “kingdom” and having to lie through his teeth and he wishes Belissia was here to give him little licks of comfort he needs it so bad! But Eliseo is practically supporting him as he burrows into his side with enough force of Mario’s side hugs. Luigi feels much more confident with this.

- The whole escape scene 👌 They can (unintentionally) show off their special gift in the best way possible. The four are in sync - intertwined. They can do anything together and the feel and touch of each other’s dæmons allows them to practically read each other’s minds and thoughts so the escape is almost effortless (if with a few close calls!).

@multicolour-ink gave me permission to share this idea I had about her daemon AU (which you should absolutely check out because :

1)it’s absolutely amazing and gives me lots of feels

2)the rest of the post won’t make much sense otherwise)

*

After the Power Star broke their mental barrier, after they learned once again to enjoy the touch of each other’s souls, at some point the bros are on an adventure in another kingdom.

Or rather, they’re in Trouble.

They’re on the run from Bowser’s troops, with a hefty price on their heads (especially Mario), and while they have fought the army before, they’re currently ragged, with no power ups around, and are forced to run and hide this time.

Thankfully, the kingdom they’re hiding has races with daemons, so their companions don’t stand out too much…but if the Koopa Troop starts asking questions, their description might give them away quickly.  They manage to sneak inside an abandoned mansion (no boos around, thankfully) and find all sorts of clothes and costumes. Disguises! That’ll do the trick!

That’s when Luigi thinks of something completely crazy, but just to muddle their tracks further…what if they switched daemons for a while? Touch is not a problem with them and none of their enemies would expect them to pull such an outrageous trick. They know the other’s daemon enough to expect any reactions. And it’s only for until they can find a way home. It’s crazy, yes, but it could work!

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[headcanonsformeforyouofmyships]

It seems that the requirement to be the Wyvern specter is to be Pandora's Simp

Saint Seiya is on Netflix and I started to watch all the anime again and that made me read the spin-off

Classic Saint Seiya:

Radamanthys in the classic is more rebellious, but he keeps thinking and watching Pandora even if he don't agree with the decisions she makes

When Rhadamanthys was at his break, he observes a painting of Pandora with her family. He even says her name with a certain nostalgia and he got mad at Zelos for interrupting his moment (Episode 125)

When Orpheus attacked with his lyre, Radamanthys was the only one who did not fall asleep, Radamanthys realizes this, and the only person he observed and cared about was Pandora. (Episode 132)

The Lost Canvas:

(In TLC they have a more symbiotic relationship and have a lot of scenes in the manga, but my favorites are: )

Everyone tells Radamanthys that he is Pandora's dog and he never denies it. He's more like "Yes, I am the loyal dog of Hades and Pandora"

Radamanthys save and giving his life for Pandora.

to read the full analysis of the dynamics between pandora and Radamanthys in TLC. Here is the link: https://headcanonsformeforyouofmyships.tumblr.com/post/653020876017631232/radamanthys-pandora-and-loyalty-to-hades

New Saint Seiya Spin-off: Meiō Iden Dark Wing

Shoichiro is the protagonist of this Spin-off, although he has a certain physical resemblance to a younger Rhadamanthys, they are not the same character, but he is the new bearer of the Wyvern Surplice.

(The manga is very new, only has 6 chapters and the began is told from the point of view of the antagonists, where the previous actions of Athena are what are causing the destruction of the world and Hades must avoid that. So maybe Shoichiro and Radamanthys are related in some way, since characters from the classic manga come out like: Aioros who has memories of he in the classical dimension, although that Shoichiro and Radamanthys are related has not been said or confirmed, so until now Shoichiro is considered a completely new character)

Spoiler of the first chapter:

He dies trying to save Yoruhime Tsukishima the Pandora from this dimension. Before he dies he wants something to make him stronger and fierce to save Tsukishima and, just at that moment the image of a Wyvern appears.

He wakes up when he remembers that wants to protect his brother Sojiro, his friend Cattleya and Tsukishima aka Pandora

Tsukishima seems to be more important than his brother and his friend, I say this. Because his memory of Tsukishima is bigger, more focused, the environment in which he remembers her is softer, the way he says her name it was different (that's why her name was in a different speech bubble) and the desire to protect Sojiro or Cattleya didn't make him a Wyvern. What made him a Wyvern was his desire to protect Tsukishima.

When Shoichiro died to wake up as a specter, he begins to consider that he would like to live in the eliseo with Tsukishima forever. (it's quite romantic for me)

The bottom line is that I get the feeling that for the Wyverns, while serving Hades is most important to them, their second nature is to watch, protect, and die for Pandora.