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The Child

She was here…

“Alastor! She’s here! In heaven!!!” 

“Who Birdy?”

“Eudora!” 

Huh?

“Oh, I HAVE to go meet her! I’ll get approval for her to come down and visit you too!”

His daughter was here…

“Everything’s so bright up here…” 

Eudora was in awe of the sights of heaven. Her jaw dropped for a moment while she looked around. 

Emily giggled, “Yeah! It’s so great!!” 

“Emily, there was someone I hoped you could help me find. Her name was-”

“Eudora?”

The woman could have been her twin. Sure, there were little differences here and there, but overall, the two were one and the same. Despite having never met her, Eudora could never forget the face of the woman in the painting in her family home—the woman who gave her life for her own. The woman was her mother, without a doubt. 

“Mama?”

Tears welled in the singer’s eyes,

“Oh, my baby!!!” 

The women rush forward in a crushing embrace. Y/n’s body shook from the sheer emotion of being able to hold her child for the first time. She finally got to hold her baby. 

“Hi mama.”

“Hi baby.”

A certain antlered man was a lot more quiet than usual.

Normally, Alastor would delight in the chaos that the hotel provided. Even Husk started to get anxious as that man hadn’t threatened him in a good three days. 

“Soooooo, anyone know what’s wrong with smiles over there?”

“Now that you mention it, he hasn’t been meddling lately.”

“I’m taken it as a blessing.”

“Come on guys we should go see what’s wrong!”

“Uh Char, I don’t think that’s a good idea…”

“Why not?”

“Cause smiles ‘ll rip ya head off?” 

“You don’t know that…”

…

“Okay maybe! But-”

The front door is opened and a golden glow floods into the space. 

“Hi everyone I’m back!!”

“Y/n! I’m so glad your here! What’s wrong with Alastor?” 

“What ever do you mean?”

“Well he’s been mopey for days!”

“Mopey? My husband? Really?”

“Uh Mama?”

Everyone freezes. 

In the doorway is another angel. 

She is the spitting image of their angel friend. 

“Ah right! Everyone this is mine and Alastor’s daughter Eudora!”

Alastor has a what? 

“The deer procreated?”

“The what?”

“Birdy is that you?”

“Yes my darling! Come here!”

Alastor’s heart stopped.

She was so beautiful. 

“Hi Pop…”

“My little doe…”

The facade falls. 

The members of the hazbin hotel watch as the small family is reunited. 

The Child Is Home…

A/n: I hope you all enjoyed the family reuniting!!

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April 14, Xi'an, China, Shaanxi History Museum, Qin and Han Dynasties Branch (Part 2 - Daily Life, Societal Structure, and Culture):

This is one of the undisputed stars of the museum, the “Strange Golden Creature” (no joke, that's literally what's on the plaque), unearthed in Shaanxi Province in 1957. The reason for this name is probably because archaeologists haven't figured out what mythical creature this is supposed to be. It does seem to be from the ancient Xiongnu culture and appears to be a "chimera" of sorts, in the sense that it combines the general body of a deer, multiple birds (17 total; most are part of the antlers), and the branches of a tree. This artifact is one of my favorites, and showcases the advanced gold-working techniques of the ancient Xiongnu people. I can already imagine this mythical creature in a painting (although I suck at painting lol).

A yubi/玉璧, or jade disk, decorated with gu pattern/谷纹 (谷 means "grains"), this is because these patterns resemble sprouting rice kernels.

Han dynasty (202 BC - 220 AD) era jade cicada amulets (玉蝉). Cicadas symbolize "rebirth" into a new form (specifically becoming a xian/仙 immortal) in Chinese mythology, since they burrow beneath the ground as nymphs and re-emerge before moulting into their adult forms. There's a sentence in the biography of Qu Yuan/屈原 (the guy whose death was said to be the reason why Duanwu Festival/端午节 and zongzi/粽子 exist) from Records of the Grand Historian/《史记》 that gives an idea on what cicadas represent:

"Standing in muck yet can cleanse himself (referring to Qu Yuan) of it, like a cicada emerging from muddy filth, able to fly above and remain unsullied by worldly dust, persisting in its innocence despite it all." (濯淖汙泥之中，蟬蛻於濁穢，以浮游塵埃之���，不獲世之滋垢，皭然泥而不滓者也。)

There are two types of cicada amulets, the ones with holes are meant to be worn as jewelry, and ones without holes are meant to be placed in the mouth of the deceased before burial, so that the deceased can become a xian immortal after death.

Left: jade decor piece, not sure what it was a part of. Right: the decorated jade pommel of a sword.

A Han-era painted clay statue of a sitting woman. As mentioned in an earlier post, this sitting position is called jizuo/跽坐. Sitting like this on cushions or on specialized T-shaped stools called zhizhong/支踵 (designed in such a way that one is basically sitting on the stool and not on one's legs) was the proper formal sitting posture, until chairs were popularized post-Tang dynasty (618 - 907 AD). Before then people used beds as chairs.

Han-era painted pottery figurines of entertainers

An arrangement of pottery models and figurines that shows life in the courtyard of a residence in Han dynasty:

Pottery figurine of a chef/butcher (this type of figurines is called paochuyong/庖厨俑). I think that thing on the table is a......fish?

Left: pottery model of a stove. Right: pottery model of a mill

Painted pottery models of areas on farms and painted pottery figurines of domestic animals. Don't know what those long-necked animals in the pen are supposed to be though......

A life size gilded bronze silkworm. It goes without saying that silkworms were an important part of life in ancient China:

Left: Warring States period (476 - 221 BC) silver sitting deer. Right: a small figurine of a waterfowl eating fish

Diagram of the cattle-drawn ploughs used during Qin and Han dynasties. The 4 line drawings of different ploughs are taken from unearthed stone reliefs depicting daily life:

Eastern Han era (25 - 220 AD) "country estate" (田庄; not sure if "country estate" is the correct translation, but in any case many Chinese terms do not have exact equivalents in English, so even if this is "correct", it's probably the "close enough" translation) structure. This base-level societal structure remains without too much variation throughout the dynasties, and is the reason why people have defined imperial China's social structure as "feudal"--again, not the exact same as feudalism in Europe, since on a general overall political level imperial China (Qin dynasty to Qing dynasty) governs by centralization of power (中央集权制 in Chinese), but imperial China is "feudal" in many ways at the base levels of society, especially in terms of farmers and their relationship with land (their means of production; farmers may not always own their own land and may be forced to work for landlords). Side note: this is why people have proposed the statement "皇权不下县" ("the emperor's powers cannot reach below county level"), why farmers were the main force in many rebellions, and why tax reforms throughout Chinese history also had to do with land ownership (ex: Song dynasty Wang Anshi's Equal Tax Law/方田均税法 and Ming dynasty Zhang Juzheng's Single Whip Reform/一条鞭法; I will be touching on the latter in my future posts on the show Under the Microscope).

Peacock lamp, from the tomb of the famous Eastern Han dynasty official Yang Zhen/杨震:

Map showing the spread of Buddhism and Christianity to different parts of the world by 600 AD:

And lastly, this small part of a wall relief does a great job capturing my mental state after pulling an all-nighter:

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Alastor x Reader : Fragile Link ( Part 2 )

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Link to the first part for those who haven't read it :

https://www.tumblr.com/elyssialumengard/741783404758073344/alastor-x-reader-fragile-link-part-1?source=share

Summary : In this chapter, Charlie presents his redemption hotel project to (y/n), an powerful overlord. Alastor, with his own motives, tries to persuade (y/n) to become involved in their confrontation against Adam.

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Taku knocked a second time, but the silence remained implacable.

Tangible anxiety flashed across his face as he prepared to strike a third time, softly saying :

- My Lady, may I come in ?

Getting no response, he made a face that the two people behind him did not see. Charlie frowned at Alastor, wondering what was going on. The radio demon tilted his head to the side, his eyes narrowing, wondering why (y/n) was slow to respond, when usually, she was so responsive. He could sense her presence, so it wasn't due to a mistake in location.

The demon, under the overlord's orders, did not hesitate to not ask permission, instead deciding to carefully push open the door. He entered, Charlie and Alastor on his heels, where the blonde was amazed by the clean layout of the place.

The room was bathed in soft, calming light that filtered through the thin curtains, letting in the golden rays of the artificial sun. The walls were painted in light tones, accentuating the brightness of the room and creating a warm atmosphere. Delicately framed paintings adorned the walls, bringing an artistic touch to the whole.

At the back of the room, a solid wooden desk was placed, on which were placed a kettle, a selection of fine teas in pretty metal boxes, delicately decorated porcelain cups, as well as small biscuits arranged on a plate.

Two plush sofas were placed opposite each other in the center, separated by a glass coffee table on which were a few magazines and a vase filled with fresh flowers. The elegantly patterned cushions added a touch of color and comfort to the seating.

Shelves full of books stretched along one of the walls, offering a varied selection of reading material for all tastes. Potted plants were scattered here and there, bringing greenery and freshness to the room.

In this welcoming and peaceful environment, (y/n) stood near a window, her back, silently contemplating the landscape through the glass, absorbed in her thoughts.

Approaching with growing concern, Taku called out to him again. Hearing this time, (y/n) gracefully pivoted towards them, revealing her strangely angelic appearance, which always disconcerted those who saw her for the first time.

Her hair, as white as fresh snow, flowed in silky cascades around her face, framing delicate, celestial features. His gaze, both gentle and penetrating, could have probed the deepest souls. Slight wrinkles framed her eyes, testifying to the countless trials she had endured. Fine deer antlers stood on the top of his head, rather large, extending back, adorned with light beads that had been made for her decades ago.

She was wrapped in a long taupe gray t-shirt, loose and flowing, the long sleeves of which fell almost delicately over her slender hands. The hem of the garment caressed the bottom of her buttocks while she had taken care to slip the front into her straight black fabric pants, thus defining her silhouette. A navy blue belt, carefully adjusted, captured the whole in subtle harmony. On her feet, sandals matching the color of the belt, with black wedge heels, seemed to extend the slender line of her legs.

Despite the apparent casualness of her outfit, she emanated an aura of dignity and serenity, giving her presence a natural nobility and captivating maturity.

Yet, despite the brilliance of her beauty and the imposing aura that surrounded her, an enigmatic fragility seemed to emanate from her, as if the burden of the entire world rested on her proud shoulders. Silent tears beading from her white eyelashes, sliding slowly down her cheeks, leaving in their wake sparkling traces on the porcelain of her skin.

Faced with this heartbreaking vision, Charlie's heart ached with empathy. She could almost feel the pain and suffering emanating from (y/n), even though she didn't know her.

Ignoring Charlie and Alastor, (y/n) walked towards Taku who was walking towards her. Their gestures betrayed a deep and ancient familiarity. She held out a trembling hand, which Taku took tenderly, placing his other hand on her hip for support.

Tears continued to fall down (y/n)’s cheeks as she begged for comfort.

- Taku... I am gripped by doubt and torment... Did I make the right decision ? Was I right to act this way ? She whispered in a broken voice. My heart breaks thinking that another member of my family will suffer loneliness and fear because of the consequences of my actions.

Taku looked at her affectionately, his hand gently stroking hers to comfort her.

- You acted according to your duty. He replied in a soothing voice. Lynn broke established laws. It has threatened the balance that you have so ardently preserved. You had no choice but to punish him.

An encouraging smile appeared on Taku's lips, trying to ease his mistress' pain.

- Your wisdom and prudence have protected our family and our territory. Don't let the burden of your decisions torment you. We are all at your side, aware of the rules, ready to support your choices, however difficult they may be.

(y/n) closed her eyes, feeling the tears continue to fall down her cheeks despite her efforts to hold them back.

- I know, Taku... I realize that none of you hated me for that, that I did what had to be done, but... But that doesn't lessen the pain. She whispered, letting out a sigh of sorrow.

Taku, still close to her, dried her tears delicately, his fingers tenderly caressing her skin. He moved even closer, trying to offer her whatever comfort he could in this moment of torment and vulnerability, no longer caring at all about the guests.

Observing this touching scene, Charlie was overcome by an emotion mixed with surprise and fascination. She didn't expect such intimacy between Taku and (y/n), but she couldn't help but find it magnificent, given the evidence of the deep attachment between them.

While as far as Alastor was concerned, he felt a surge of rage wash over him, his fingers tightening around the top of his cane with increasing intensity. His sinister smile widened, tinged with a dark glow as he observed this lesser demon, acting as if he was entitled to such closeness.

A shadow passed through his eyes, mixing jealousy and desire for possession.

- Remember this, my Lady. Your wisdom has always brought us serenity and protection. Your decisions were dictated by necessity and prudence. He continued in a soothing voice, trying to ease her pain.

(y/n) listened carefully to her advisor's comforting words, her expression relaxing slightly under his influence. However, when she heard the crackles of the radio growing louder in the room, her eyes suddenly widened, recognizing the sound with a disturbing certainty.

- Alastor, I advise you to control your emotions. Taku intervened, diverting his attention to the demon. I did not grant you an audience here, with my Lady, for you to cause trouble.

Alastor bit back a growl, his stag horns growing slightly in response to his growing frustration.

- I'm not the one who starts the trouble, my dear Taku. He replied, his gaze burning with a dark glow. But no matter, I wouldn't want to spoil your little intimate moment with your precious overlord. He added acerbically, his pupils narrowing, leaving more room for the black of his eyes.

Before Taku could respond, a bitter cold suddenly filled the room, dropping the temperature several degrees and obscuring the surrounding light. (y/n)'s silver eyes glowed menacingly as she stared at Alastor with an icy intensity, filled with hatred and menace.

Detaching itself slightly from Taku, (y/n)'s aura transformed into a terrifying presence, imbuing the room with a heavy and sinister atmosphere. His antlers grew larger as did his shadow which expanded, morphing into a tight grip around Alastor's body, immobilizing him. All this happened in barely the blink of an eye. Alastor's mischievous smile froze, becoming more awkward as he tried to keep his composure.

Charlie, panicked, let out a little cry of fear when she saw Alastor in danger. (y/n) walked towards him with determined steps, her piercing gaze staring at him intensely. Once in front of him, the same size, she addressed him in a cold voice :

-What are you here for, radio demon ?

Aware of the palpable threat in the air, Alastor responded with feigned confidence :

- Just to chat, my dear overlord. I come as a friend, as always.

- As friends ? She replied, an icy glint in her eyes. You have no friends here. You only have enemies waiting for the right moment to destroy you.

A shiver ran down Alastor's spine, but he kept his composure, his sinister smile stretching slightly across his face.

- Oh, but my dear, it's a shame. I'm sure we could get along if you gave me a chance.

(y/n) stared at him with contempt.

- You don't belong here, Alastor. And if you even think for a moment about sowing chaos in my territory, know that I will make you regret every second of your existence.

When Alastor should have fought back or tried to defend himself, a subtle observation revealed to him an unsuspected truth, escaped everyone's attention. The shadow's hold on him, although similar to that of his memories, was not as stifling or threatening as he had thought. He felt within himself the possibility of freeing himself from it, if he really wanted to. Staring intently at the face of the woman he had come to meet, he noticed that the tears had stopped flowing, giving way to an expression valiantly fighting against fatigue.

Smiling even more, he decided to lighten the atmosphere with his usual sarcastic humor.

- Let's see, my dear, you take me for a more belligerent demon than I really am. He said, giving a mocking smile. I'm here on a much more interesting matter than causing chaos. Actually, I'm here to introduce you to someone !

(y/n) arched an eyebrow, her expression hardening even further.

-And who is this person you are talking about ? She asked in a biting voice.

Alastor let out a small laugh, turning to Charlie with a theatrical nod.

- Allow me to introduce you to Princess Charlie Morningstar, heir to the throne of Hell and the founder of the Hazbin Hotel !

Charlie, feeling a little uncomfortable under (y/n)'s unforgiving gaze, gave her a shy smile and bowed slightly.

- Hey… Nice to meet you, Lady (y/n). She said in a calm but respectful voice.

( y/n ) looked away from Alastor to stare at Charlie, his expression softening slightly. She observed the young princess with a mixture of curiosity and evaluation, taking the time to look her over from head to toe, making her slightly uncomfortable, feeling as if the one who was taller than her she probed the depths of his soul.

- Charlie Morningstar… She whispered, repeating the name as if to engrave it in her memory.

As (y/n) scrutinized Charlie with growing interest, a resolve seemed to arise within her. With a graceful gesture of her hand, she dispelled the shadow that still enveloped Alastor, thus freeing the demon from his yoke. The temperature of the room and its brightness returned to their natural balance, while (y/n)'s deer antlers returned to their initial size.

(y/n), now more relaxed, conformed to the rules of etiquette, respecting them. A gracious smile graced her lips as she gave Charlie a salutation of gracious solemnity, bowing her head slightly in respect.

- The pleasure is shared, Princess Charlie. She replied in a soft but confident voice, getting up. It is an honor to welcome you to my modest home. Please forgive me for the vulnerable and aggressive version of myself that you may have encountered. Under no circumstances should she be present in the presence of royalty such as yours.

Charlie was pleasantly surprised by the sudden change in (y/n)'s attitude, feeling more comfortable in her presence. She bowed respectfully in gratitude, acknowledging the courtesy of the Overlord of Hell, not being used to being shown so much respect.

(y/n) then turned towards the couches, inviting Charlie to sit down.

- Please sit down, Princess Charlie, you must be tired from all this walking. She declared in a friendly voice, gesturing elegantly to the sofa.

Charlie nodded politely and sat down, his gaze following Alastor who stood behind the back of the sofa, his teasing smile still hanging on his lips. Meanwhile, (y/n) sent a command to Taku.

- Taku, please prepare some tea for our guest. She ordered in a calm but authoritative voice, as she sat down her turn, opposite Charlie who was standing straight, playing with his fingers.

Taku nodded silently, bowing slightly before walking over to where the teapot and cups were set out. He prepared the tea with silent skill, discreetly observing his enemy out of the corner of his eye.

As for Alastor, he remained unfazed by the presence of the one he would like to see dead, his expression still teasing, his gaze sparkling with undisguised malice as he observed the scene with palpable amusement.

Once the tea was ready, Taku approached Charlie and handed him a cup with a respectful gesture.

- Your tea, Princess Charlie. He announced in a neutral voice, placing it in front of her on the table, before serving (y/n), who thanked him with a warm but moderate smile.

Charlie thanked him with a grateful smile and took the cup carefully, feeling the comforting warmth of the liquid against his fingers. She took a small sip, savoring the soothing taste of the tea. (y/n) observed him with a slight smile, then suddenly declared, breaking the silence that had fallen :

- If I may say so, you look exactly like your father, Lucifer.

Charlie, astonished, looked at her in surprise.

- Do you know my father ? She asked with a hint of disbelief, unsure of what to think.

(y/n) nodded slightly.

- We met on a few rare occasions. She replied in a calm voice, full of reflection. But I must admit that I don't particularly hold it in my heart. Although I understand that he is overwhelmed by the illness of depression, especially since the departure of Lilith, your mother, I firmly believe that a king, even if he did not choose this destiny, must above all think to his subjects and be ready to sacrifice himself for them. Unfortunately, your father doesn't always seem to understand this, letting innocent people perish every year and condemning all sinners indiscriminately.

A nervous laugh escaped Charlie's lips at this unexpected revelation, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, trying to hide his growing confusion. Another heavy silence settled in the room, (y/n) doing everything to ignore the presence of Alastor, who reveled in his reaction.

After taking a sip, the hostess asked in a friendly but curious voice :

-And if not, can you inform me of your coming here, princess ? I must admit that I never imagined such a thing happening.

Charlie felt a surge of intense excitement course through her body as she jumped to her feet, the surge in her voice ready to burst into song to introduce her hotel of redemption. Her eyes glowed with palpable determination as she prepared to share her vision with those in the room.

- Oh uh yes ! Let me introduce you to my hotel that rehabilitates fishermen ! She began in a vibrant, almost musical voice. A place where the most lost souls can find redemption and inner peace.

His momentum was abruptly interrupted by the authoritarian voice of (y/n), which ended his tirade :

- There is no room for songs here, princess. Please forgive me for interrupting you, but I believe that there is a time for everything, including songs. If this is serious, you can present things differently.

Charlie, disappointed by the abrupt interruption of her creative momentum, sat up slowly, stammering an excuse. Alastor raised an eyebrow and said in a voice tinged with sarcasm :

- Are you sure about that, (y/n) ?

Ignoring Alastor's remarks and the hostile glances exchanged between him and Taku, (y/n) focused on Charlie, noticing his growing state of stress. Telling herself that his condition was because of her, with natural grace, she offered him a soothing smile and said softly :

- There's no reason to stress, princess, I didn't want to upset you. However, I can't stand the music anymore.

Hearing this, Alastor's smile became colder and more sarcastic. Charlie, looking at the woman in front of her, sighed, her shoulders slumping. She still had a hard time realizing that she was here, sharing tea with the person she considered an example to follow. As a result, she could not hold back from sharing her adoration for the overlord.

- You know, I've always heard about you. Rumors say that you are almost as powerful as my father, but that you have chosen a different path. A path of compassion and helping others.You have made pacts with sinners, protecting them and guiding them through the troubled waters of life. It's incredible. Everyone talks about you, but we never see you. You might almost think you're a legend. And yet here I am, facing you, realizing that you are very real. I admire you so much. It's like meeting my idol. Your strength, your generosity... It's inspiring. I mean, who else could boast of having (y/n) as an ally ? That's... That would just be amazing.

As Charlie's excitement began to skyrocket again, (y/n) gave him a kind look and said gently, touched by his words :

- Calm down, princess. Thank you for your admiration. Breathe, I am fully listening to you.

Charlie, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, outlined his plan with frankness tinged with nervousness. She honestly admitted that it was her fault that the purge had been brought forward six months, explaining that in a month Adam and the exterminators would come to see them first. Unable to hide her anxiety, she admitted that she did not know what to do in the face of this critical situation.

-And so… Alastor brought me here to get your help, apparently. She added, casting an uncertain look at Alastor.

( y/n ), staring skeptically at Alastor for the first since this exchange, raised an eyebrow, expressing doubt about the demon's intentions. In a calm but direct voice, she asked him :

- Do you really think you'll help Charlie with his hotel ? Do you believe in this idea of redemption ?

Alastor replied with a hint of amusement in his voice :

- Ah, my dear (y/n), believe in redemption ? It’s like believing in Santa Claus ! However, I see Charlie's little project as an entertainment opportunity. And maybe, who knows, a few souls to collect for eternity. But don't get me wrong, I'm here to save his project, it shouldn't be broken too quickly. I was even the one who chose the name of the brand, the “Hazbin Hotel”!

Faced with Alastor's response, Charlie felt disappointed and blasé, her face betraying her displeasure. She had hoped to find a sincere ally in him, but his words had reminded her of the dark and detached nature of the one who accompanied her today.

(y/n), turning to Taku with a serious look, asked him if the information provided by Alastor was true. Taku nodded soberly, confirming that according to his informants, the stated facts were accurate. (y/n) bowed his head slightly in recognition towards Taku before turning back to Charlie.

- I see… And what do you want from me, princess ?

Alastor spoke up to propose a solution to the situation.

- You know, (y/n), with your power and your army of fishermen, you could put an end to all this. You could even come to the aid of other potential members of what you insist on calling your “family”. He said in a convinced tone, looking at his nails, keeping a straight posture, not wanting to slump against the backrest even if he wanted to, wanting to keep a good face in front of her.

In a gesture of controlled serenity, (y/n) gently raised her hand to interrupt him, before falling gracefully on his knee. Closing her eyes briefly, she gathered her thoughts before responding in a calm but resolute voice :

- I understand your point of view, but I refuse to put the members of my family in danger for a matter that does not directly concern them. Here we are safe.

(y/n)'s reply, although delivered with apparent confidence, does not quite succeed in convincing Alastor, accustomed to detecting chinks in the armor of his interlocutors. He had subtly noticed the change in expression on the overlord's face. A smirk tugged at his thin lips, his eyes sparkling with biting amusement as he prepared to further explore the cracks in (y/n)'s confidence.

- You sure about that ? He asked, his voice softly tinged with a veiled threat. Think about it my dear. Things change, alliances break, and even your fishermen could find themselves caught in the tumult of this impending war.

He remained silent for a moment, letting his words permeate the atmosphere, then he continued in a calm but incisive tone :

- Imagine for a moment that Adam's forces are getting closer. Do you really think they will stop indefinitely at the gates of your pocket dimension ? That your precious fishermen will be spared from their fury ? No, my dear (y/n), your security is only an illusion in this constantly moving world. And if you refuse to act now, you may bitterly regret it when the flames of war lick the walls of your refuge.

He paused, letting his words resonate in (y/n)'s mind, before concluding with a sardonic smile :

- Of course, I do not underestimate your ability to protect your domain. But it's always good to consider all possibilities, even the darkest ones. After all, prudence is the mother of safety, right ?

Alastor knew how to tug on the heartstrings of high-ranking demons like (y/n). He used his charisma and sharp rhetoric to sow doubt in the overlord's mind, giving her a different perspective on the situation and pushing her to consider more aggressive actions to protect her rule and honor.

Before Charlie could intervene with his own arguments, Taku, faithful servant, spoke in a respectful but determined tone.

- My Lady. He began in a voice full of devotion. I understand the arguments made by this nuisance, but I implore you, do not let fear and uncertainty dictate your actions. You are the force that unites us, the light that guides our steps in the darkness. Your prudence is our shield against the chaos that always threatens to engulf us. Yes, times are uncertain and threats are many, but it is precisely in these times that your leadership is most crucial. Acting in haste, under the influence of fear, would only hasten our downfall. Let us remain faithful to our strategy, to our vision of the future. With your wisdom and wise judgment, we will overcome whatever challenges come our way. Because if you choose to engage in this confrontation, you risk losing more than you could gain. Your place is here, alongside yours, to protect our home and guide our destiny. Don't let the words of a manipulative demon sow doubt in your mind. We trust you, my Lady. And as long as you stay strong, so will we.

His hand, resting confidently on (y/n)'s shoulder, testified to his unwavering support, while he awaited his suzerain's decision with respectful patience, trusting in her wisdom and in her ability to make the best decisions for them.

(y/n) turned her gaze towards Taku, letting her face rest on her hand which was placed next to her on the backrest, fighting against the wave of sadness which invaded her at the thought of Lynn, that she had punished for a recent transgression. Alastor, carefully scanning the scene, felt a pang of annoyance as he noticed the proximity between them, a proximity that bothered him more than he cared to admit.

However, her attention was diverted by something that seemed to escape the others, when she raised her arm slightly, to take Taku's hand which was on her shoulder. Another curious and interesting detail, which added to the confirmation of his suspicions. (y/n) raised his face towards Charlie, letting go of his advisor's hand, placing his arm back at his side. In a gentle voice, she expressed her regrets.

- I'm sorry, princess, but I can't help you in this matter. She declared with compassion. I can't afford to put any member of my family in danger, let alone drag them into this.

However, she offered Charlie a glimmer of hope by adding :

- However, if your hotel survives, I will be happy to support you by visiting your establishment. I could then assess whether it truly constitutes a safe haven for those who seek redemption under your protection.

This compromise seemed to assuage Charlie's disappointment, giving him an encouraging outlook for the future of his project. She couldn't hold back her joy and literally jumped with contentment, her eyes shining with excitement.

- You are serious ? Really ? She exclaimed, both surprised and delighted by the powerful overlord's proposal.

(y/n) nodded gently, a kind smile stretching her lips.

- Yes I am. If your hotel manages to offer a path to redemption, then some members of my family may feel drawn to that possibility. And as a worthy leader, it is my duty to help them as best I can. She declared with dignity, thus expressing her noble vision of responsibilities.

Charlie's eyes lit up even more, splashed with a mixture of admiration and gratitude.

- It's incredible ! Thank you so much, (y/n) ! You won't regret it, I promise ! She exclaimed, letting her gratitude and determination to make her project a success shine through.

Sensing Charlie's imminent departure, (y/n) smiled slightly, appreciating his enthusiasm and determination.

- I wish you good luck, princess. Do your best to save your hotel. She told him sincerely, recognizing the passion that animated the young woman.

Charlie, moved by these words, bowed respectfully to (y/n) like a fan to an idol.

- Thank you, thank you very much ! I will not disappoint you ! I will do everything to find a solution to save him, you will see ! She promised passionately before heading towards the exit, carrying with her a mixture of excitement and newfound enthusiasm, not caring if Alastor followed her or not.

Alastor remained still, staring at (y/n) with a mixture of interest and challenge in his glowing gaze. Taku, seeing that the conversation was coming to an end, turned to Alastor with a cold and bitter expression, suggesting in a scathing tone :

- It's time for you to go, demon. Your presence is no longer required.

But Alastor didn't seem to react to Taku's words, keeping his attention entirely focused on (y/n). He let out a little sarcastic laugh, before announcing in a quiet voice but full of innuendo :

- In fact, I intend to talk a little more with (y/n).

She turned her attention to him, with a neutral air, while he announced :

-And one-on-one this time.

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Author's note : Well, I guess there will be a part 3, right ? I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did writing it, and that (y/n)'s character captivated you. Stay tuned for the next part !

[jerirose]

Happy Hyunjin Day!! 🍀

Updated ver. - old ver under cut

Twitter | Instagram [Image Description] A digital realism painting of Hyunjin from Stray Kids. Hyunjin is sitting in front of brush with leaves of golden yellows and earthy greens, both hands are in the painting, one held up to his face, holding a four (4) leaf clover, in which he is holding the stem inbetween his lips; the other hand is relaxed, drooped in front of him, his elbow resting on his knee just out of view. Both hands are covered in plasters, of different colours, his fingers decorated with delicate tattoos of lines, dots and stems with leaves. Hyunjin wears a denim jacket that his acid washed with blues and green and yellow undertones, with a plain white tee shirt underneath, just the collar on show; above two gold thin chains hang from his neck. Hyujin's black hair and slicked back, with blueish-green highlights, a few strands fall onto his face around his cheekbones. His cheeks are peppered with glowing star freckles and blushed with a light rose red tint. Two antlers are coming out of his forehead and his black deer ears peak out from his hair, decorated with several gold rings. He has a gold centre lip ring and gold eyebrow piercing on his left side. In the lower picture under the cut, Hyunjin's knuckles are blush with red and there's a slight bit of blood, running out from one of the bandages.

[lialacleaf]

Make for me, a soft universe.-Aurora

Please don’t repost these images, they are my own personal artwork.

Simon Riley x Reader

Warnings: Mature Themes, nude painting, they kiss too. Probably should just say 18+ but not NSFW. I’m sorry it’s not edited. Enjoy.

You'd grown up fearing death, even the very reminder of mortality. You hated seeing the skeletons in the fall months as a child. They scared you, and you always felt a sense of confusion at the cultural obsession with them.

And then he had come along, carrying the smell of gunpowder and smoke, phasing into your life like the phantom he claimed to be.

He wasn't the sort of man your mother wanted for you. Sometimes you weren't even sure he was a man at all.

You owned a booth at the farmer's market where you displayed your brilliant paintings, full of cover and life, the first place you'd seen him. Just the sight of him in that mask, large frame towering over the crowd a few stalls down had you fighting down a sudden acid reflex that threatened to spill your breakfast onto the ground beneath you.

The crisp early morning air didn't make you shiver nearly as much as his scent carried to you on the soft breeze.

You prayed he wouldn't come near you, feeling your breath catch at the sense of something intense impending on the horizon as if whatever it was would crash over you and slowly drown you in him.

Nevertheless, his gaze settled on your little table, and he left his much friendlier companion at one of the candle seller's stalls to look at your paintings.

You couldn't help but tremble when his eyes flicked up to rest on your face, eyes boring through you as if he saw something there that everyone else had somehow missed.

The intensity of his eyes, brown ones that caught in the morning sunlight, made the rest of the world suddenly feel very grey as if all sound and sight were suddenly muted.

His black-clad form was the backdrop, his white skull mask the canvas, and those eyes, gracious those eyes, they were art.

He cleared his throat, and suddenly the world snapped back into place, suddenly so much brighter and clearer than before you'd even forgotten it was there.

You barely caught the movement of his skeleton gloves tucking one of your business cards into the pocket of his tactical vest. You blinked and he was gone, leaving you panting as if you'd run a marathon.

The second time you saw him he was in your studio. You didn't hear him come in, despite the bell hung purposefully on your door.

He glanced over a large painting of a stag cast in golden sunlight amidst the trees of a forest. It's antlers spanned from one corner of the canvas to the other. After a moment of letting his eyes rove over it, theys ettling on you, frozen before a half-painted canvas, your lips parted as you barely breathed and your fingers twitched around a paintbrush, and his head tilted at you curiously.

"You take commissions?"

His voice was warm, rough, and forign. An English dialect that you couldn't immidiately place.

You tried to speak, but your tongue felt like lead, and you struggled with your words before bolting from your seat and bringing him a copy of your commission form.

He accepted the sheet of paper in one of his gloved hands, unintentionally crumpling it in the strength of his grip. Standing so close, his smell made your eyes flutter closed for only a second before you came to your senses and they snapped back open.

You watched his eyes trail over the words, before with a single swift motion he plucked the pen that had been tucked behind your ear and began to scribble down his request.

His touch left you reeling, and you could only imagine you looked like a deer caught in the headlights with your wide eyes.

He pulled an envelope from his jacket and handed it to you with your pen and the completed for.

"I'd like this, but...how you would do it." You nodded dumbly as he offered you a crisp hundred-dollar bill. "For the deposite."

He was gone after that, leaving you standing dumbfounded in your own studio.

~

You carefully held the worn out photo between your fingers, starring into the sorrowful eyes of the otherwise beautiful woman, before placing it back in the envelope.

Maybe the woman was his lover, but the picture looked far too old. Unless he was a lot older under that mask than all his muscle and bulk suggested.

It mattered little to you, he was paying you quite decently for your work.

You decided she’d look lovely in a purple dress seated beside a pond. Eyes full of life and smile mirthful, she was quite a sight to behold.

He didn’t leave any contact information, and you weren’t sure how you were supposed to contact him when it was finished, so she sat in your display window for nearly six weeks before that telltale smell of him wafted into your studio one rainy morning.

The bell sounded, and you glanced up from the computer at your front desk. Your eyes settled on the skull mask and widened, your lips parting as you inhaled him into your lungs.

“Your back,” you said, dropping your pen onto the counter.

“Too soon?” He asked, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

You shook your head quickly, moving towards the painting in your window. “No! No I just…wasn’t sure if you were coming back,” you stated nervously.

He nodded, as if he’d almost expected you to say as much. “Been away,” he stated simply.

You offered him a tight lipped smile. “Enjoy your trip?”

He stared blankly at you, glancing away as if the question made him ever so slightly uncomfortable. “Sure.”

You bit your lip and nodded in an attempt to dispel the tension. “We’ll, here she is,” you said, turning the canvas towards him.

His hard gaze softened as soon as his eyes settled on the image, and you watched him take it in with a warmth you had get to see in those brown orbs.

A gloves hand reached out to ghost over the woman’s cheek, and you felt your heart speed up at the sight of it.

“Here,” he murmured, handing you his card as he gently took the painting from your hands to he could inspect it closer.

Your breath caught in your throat as his warm gloves brushed against your bare fingers.

Wordless, you scurried over to his desk to run the card, printing his receipt.

“She’s very pretty,” you said, handing him his items. He glanced at you and nodded in thanks.

“My mum.”

You couldn’t help but smile softly at that. “I’m sure she’ll love it.”

He stared deeply at you for a moment before nodding. “She probably would have.”

Your eyes widened, and your lips parted as you nearly choked on air. “Oh. Oh my gosh I’m so sorry,” you squeaked, slapping a hand over your mouth.

“S’alright. Probably much happier where she is now anyway. I’d bet she looks more like this,” he said, nodding to your painting with a crinkle in the corners of his eyes.

You blinked, tilting your head as you thought over the implications of his words. He saw an odd sort of freedom in death, a release of a tormented spirit.

Your eyes settled on that skull mask again, and the deep brown eyes gazing at you from behind it. What was he?

~

He haunted your dreams now. Those burning eyes, so expressive that it made up for his lack of a face.

Did he even have one under that mask?

Maybe he was horribly scarred.

It drove you a little mad to think about it. At first you’d just started painting him in that silly mask, the contours of it speaking to you in ways that a skull never had before.

Your mother wasn’t pleased with your new infatuation. She seemed just as frightened by his image as you had once been.

Soon enough however it wasn’t enough to paint his mask and his eyes. You wanted his face. You had some ideas of what it could look like.

He had a large nose, that much you could tell, and blonde eyelashes. His face was long, and his jaw must have been rather exaggerated to have moved his balaclava every time he spoke.

There were about a hundred sketches sitting in your notebook of him, or possible hims rather.

You wished he’d walk through your door again so you could rip it off his face, but you highly doubted he’d ever be back.

Sometimes you’d stare out the window of your shop and fantasize about what you would do if he did ever come back.

~

“I didn’t think you…did this sort of thing.” Your closest friend, Madelyn, held up the flyer with a sort of frightened interest.

“They won’t actually be naked, they leave on their underwear,” you argued.

The local arts festival was hosting a competition, and the theme this year was Michael Angelo.

“Have you secured a model yet?” Mady asked, eyeing the picture of an almost nude painting on the flyer carefully.

“Posted a casting call at a few coffee shops this morning,” you said, taking a bite out of your breakfast as you organized your desk.

There were order forms scattered all over the place, but you’d put all commission work on hold for the contest.

“Why not try the gym?”

You blinked owlishly at Mady and tilted your head. “Actually, that’s not a bad idea,” you mumbled. “I’m sure there are a few pompous peacocks who’d like to have their muscles on canvas.”

You grabbed your coat from the back of your chair and shoved your arms through the sleeves. “I’ll be back in half an hour, keep an eye on the place for me?” You asked as you grabbed a handful of flyers.

Mady gave you a thumbs up as you dashed out the door. You ignored the wind as it picked up around you, dashing down the sidewalk to the end of the plaza where the gym was situated.

The wind practically slammed the door behind you as you stepped inside, and you smiled politely at the receptionist as you made your way to the advertisement board near the entrance.

It was rather empty, save for some ads about odd local jobs. You went about pinning up your flyer before turning to the door when something caught your eye.

A familiar gaze was settled on you from afar, deep brown eyes watching you from the exercise mat. The skull mask had you practically choking on your own spit.

There was no tactical vest, just a black sweatshirt and a pair of grey joggers. His hands were covered in little scars, and the veins on the back of the large hand holding his water bottle were thick and prominent.

You swallowed thickly, and offered him a nervous smile as you rushed out the door.

All this damn time…he’d been just a few doors down. You shook your head at the thought.

~

You were filing away receipts when it finally happened. The bell on your door chimed, and you looked up to…there was no way.

He wore the same black sweatshirt from the gym, but his jeans were a dark navy color, and his boots looked like they’d seen better days. What surprised you the most however, was the black surgical mask that put his blonde head of hair on full display.

You were right, he was gorgeous, even if you hadn’t gotten a look at his mouth.

“Afternoon,” he greeted in that husky Mancunian accent.

You blinked in surprise, and tried not to sputter. “Oh, hey…hi.”

“Hi.” He stared at you for a moment with a raised brow. “You posted this?”

You felt your eyes grow wide as he held up your flyer. “Yeah! Yeah that was me, if your interested, the prize money is-“

“You can keep the money.”

You blinked in surprise. “You don’t want a cut?” You asked.

He shook his head as he stepped closer to your desk. “I like your work,” his eyes settled on something behind you and it was an effort not to gasp as you realized there was at least one painting of him on display, his skull mask expertly contoured by your hands. “You keep the money, I keep the painting.”

He said it so resolutely that you didn’t even bother to argue, nodding your head dumbly. “And your comfortable with…that?” You asked, motioning to the flyer in his hand.

“Been sharing a locker room with men and women for over a decade. Nothing new,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Your weren’t sure how to respond to that, so you simply smiled nervously. “Alright then. I’m y/n by the way,” you said, offering him your hand.

You watched as his much larger one enveloped your hand in his grasp. “Simon. Friends call me Ghost.”

You raised a brow at him. “I can see why.”

~

Your canvas was prepped, and you’d laid out a tablecloth on the floor for him to sit on. You made a strong effort not to watch him strip down, but you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander over his back as he slipped out of his clothes.

He didn’t remove the mask, and you didn’t ask him to.

“What now?” He asked, stepping onto the white cloth. You refused to look him in the eye as you guided him into your desired sitting position.

“One more thing,” you said, pulling a dry erase marker from your pocket and flicking the cap somewhere on the floor behind you. “May I?”

He nodded, eyeing you curiously as you brought the tip to his skin, tracing the lines of his muscles lightly, following the shape of his pecs, his shoulders, and slowly moving lower, following the lines that made his abs, and the V that dipped down to his waistband.

His eyes were glued to your face, his gaze intense, and it make your hands shake.

“Nice trick.” Your head snapped up to meet his gaze, and you blushed, not having realized how close your faces would be.

“Makes the sketch go faster,” you mumbled.

“How long will the whole thing take?” He asked as you seated yourself at your canvas.

“We won’t be finished today, that’s for sure.” Something seemed to spark in his eyes at that statement.

“Take your time, Lovie.”

That certainly made your cheeks burn.

~

“Why the mask?” You asked as you carefully added shading to his shoulders with a fine tipped paint brush.

“Does it bother you?” Simon asked, tilting his head at you. He seemed to become more and more relaxed after the past few afternoons spent in your studio.

“Not really,” you explained. “Would be nice to have a face to paint though.”

He hummed softly, and you glanced up at his warm eyes that make your stomach flip. You held his gaze for a moment before he reached up, slipping the mask off his face and tossing it behind him.

You eyes widened, drinking him in. You weren’t sure how seeing his face was so much more alluring than seeing the rest of him, but your heart rate must have skyrocketed.

You couldn’t help but slide from your stool, approaching him with nervous footsteps. Your fingertips brushed his cheeks, cupping his jaw as you tilting his head this way and that.

His eyes fluttered closed before drifting open again, a new ferocity burning in them. He smirked softly at you, dipping his head to press his lips to your fingertips.

You felt your mouth go dry, your tongue darting out to wet your lips, and the motion caught his eye.

One of those large hands reached up, tilting your jaw down towards him as he held your gaze.

“Now that’s art.”

You kissed him hard, lips melding together, teeth clashing, his tongue sliding against yours until he had control of your mouth. Your fingers traced the scars on his chest and shoulders reverently.

It was going to take longer than expected to finish that painting.

AN: this one just kinda came out of nowhere, an excuse for me to flaunt my Ghost artwork 👀

[rozyrne]

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐑 !

rivalries are put aside, and camaraderie takes their place. and for the golden deer, pulling neck and neck with the eagles and lions despite having the fewest contestants in the ring is all the reason to celebrate! or so rosado and hortensia thought. at the post-tournament grand banquet, the elusian pair have set up a golden deer corner, complete with yellow and cervid decor and drapery, and both hosts arrayed in house colors and face paint. "three cheers for knoll! three cheers for hilda! three cheers for eliwood!" "fear the deer!" a celebration lifting up the class heroes who'd carried them from underdog into the spotlight, and for all the deer who cleared the way valiantly to let them get there: —hip-hip hooray!

FOOD & DRINK:

—  CUPCAKE DECORATING  ╱  from yellow-sugar icing to pretzel antlers to cookie toppings shaped like deer, there's no shortage of supplies to make your cupcakes look any which way you want.

—  CARAMEL MERINGUES  ╱  a triple layer of chocolate and caramel in glass containers, tied off with a bit of string attached to a spoon. perfect to grab and take with you, or feed to a loved one.

—  DOE POPS  ╱  cake pops shaped like deer heads! and something sticking out of each one. a paper fortune? what does yours say?

—  GOLDEN SPICE CIDER  ╱  a warm and buzzy autumnal drink, perfect for the season and sure to banish any chills. both alcoholic and non-alcoholic varieties available.

—  CROUCHING CHOCOLATE, HIDDEN STAG  ╱  a culinary minigame? a table is arranged with a terrarium-like miniature woodland display, complete with moss, trees, golden deer flags, and a herd of deer themselves. one item in this display is made of chocolate. how many things are you willing to bite to find which one it is?

ARTS & CRAFTS:

—  THIRTY-POINT CROWN  ╱  craft your own glorious headpiece with paint, twigs, and twine to show off your deer pride! who can boast the most impressive rack? ( of antlers, duh. what were you thinking? )

—  WOOD CARVING  ╱  for the dexterous and crafts-minded, a setup with display and instructions to carve your own wooden deer to take home. organizers are not responsible for injuries.

—  DEERLY BELOVED  ╱  a stack of deer-shaped paper and pens greet you. "write a compliment and stick it onto its recipient!" the instructions say. if you're fast, maybe they won't even know it's you.

—  READY-TO-PAINT CERAMICS  ╱  a station of unfired bowls and plates and small vases invites you to decorate them however you want! several stencils are provided for the uninitiated, or you can go where your hart takes you.

—  DECORATE A FRIEND  ╱  from washable paint to stick-on sequins, glitter bombs and pinnable deer tails. find a willing victim to array in deer spirit — or make one.

GAMES:

—  FÓDLAN CHESS  ╱  a traditional strategy board game using a triangle-shaped board that can be played by two to three people. the objective is to be the first to move all your pieces to one of the other corners by jumping over your opponents' pieces. are you up for the competition?

—  LIMBO  ╱  everyone knows that being a deer isn't just about strength or smarts, but flexibility. challenge mode: wear an antler crown while playing, and don't let it fall off your head!

—  ANTLER TOSS  ╱  you have five tries to land as many rings on the tines as you can for a prize. if a friend is willing, they can wear the antlers on their head for you to aim at instead!

—  DEER PONG  ╱  the classic party game, with alcoholic and non-alcoholic versions. some say that the non-alcoholic one misses the point of the challenge, but at least it lets everyone play, right?

—  HEADLOCK  ╱  in a classic show of strength, stamina, and bravado, it's time to wrestle like the stags do! put on a headdress of real oaken antlers ( not light, that ) and lock heads with your opponent to throw them to the ground! no use of other body parts or implements allowed.

GUIDELINES:

reblog this ask meme to indicate that your muse is participating! anyone who's reblogged the meme is automatically accepting asks, so no need to double-check. 　

please be mindful of not only waiting for interactions to come to you, but try to be proactive about sending to others too. it's not quite polite to always expect others to do the work! 　

muses from any house are welcome! it's a celebration meant for everyone. 　

this is still narratively part of BOEL, but to keep things separate from the BOEL tags, you may use the tag #GDPride2024 for related posts if you wish!

[art-that-fucks-you-up-tournament]

ROUND FIVE - MATCH SEVEN

Siberian Ice Maiden Tattoo (5th century BCE)) / "Kuoleman puutarha (The Garden of Death)" (1896 - Hugo Simberg)

SIBERIAN ICE MAIDEN TATTOO: I used to doodle flower antlered deer in my math homework long before I knew about this piece of history, and it makes me crazy that people have always been fundamentally people. (anonymous)

KUOLEMAN PUUTARHA (THE GARDEN OF DEATH): Death, but make it involve creation and life. Death, but make it golden and friendly. Memento mori, and that's okay, that's just another part of it all. (ryttu3k)

(The tattoo belongs to the Siberian Ice Maiden, a mummy found in 1993 in the Ukok Plateau. She is currently placed in a special mausoleum in the Republican National Museum, and further excavations have been banned in the area she was found in, but there is debate on whether the effects of climate change may destroy any remaining tombs. Some more information can be found here.

"Kuoleman puutarha (The Garden of Death)" is a watercolour and gouache painting by Finnish painter Hugo Simberg. It only measures 16 cm × 17 cm (6.3 in × 6.7 in), and is held by the Ateneum. A second version was painted as a fresco in Tampere Cathedral.)

[taybatwo2]

Magic Mixling Review: Deerlee!

Guess who got her hands on Deerlee?? I did! I couldn’t find her anywhere in my area, nor any of my neighboring towns. After ordering her twice on Amazon, I finally got her (the first time was another Unia). She was the one I was most excited for too.

Here’s Deerlee with all of my other deer-esque dolls. Monster High Isi Dawndancer, Monster High Gilda Goldstag, Zelfs Talleen (she’s not technically a deer….but I wanted something else in the picture) and Manny the moose Zelf.

Here she is!! She’s super cute. She has a bunch of cute (I think plum) blossoms all over her, including her antlers.

More of her and other deer dolls under the cut!

As with almost all of the Pixlings, she has sculpted clothes (including gloves) and a “swimsuit” with the same theming. The knots on her top/boots/back of gloves remind me of pankou knots (I’m not sure if that intentional or not). It does bother me that her little tail is on the side. I need to make her a little tail like Winter and Unia.

Here are both sides of her shoes (she has hooves sculpted on the front).

The bottom has more plum blossoms, petals, and the Moose Toys logo.

Her hair is super soft by the way. It feels just as soft as the other Pixlings. She also still has some pixelization (but again, it’s not as distracting as Mattel’s printing). Her blushing on her nose and one side of her upper lip is a bit off, but not too bad. She also has a very cute assortment of freckles and petals on her face.

Oh! And her ears are fully sculpted to her head, they’re not separate pieces.

An oddity with Deerlee is her neck peg. It doesn’t seem to have any paint on it and it is very visible when she lifts her neck up.

Let’s briefly compare her to some of her deer attributes to other deer-like dolls (as I don’t own many of these and I do deeper dives into them on my other Pixling posts).

Her and Gilda both have deer-like ears sticking out of the side of their heads, pinkish hair, face spots, and light tan/gold skin (the darker tan on Deerlee is very similar to Gilda’s skin tone). Her antlers are much more like an antelope than those of a deer.

Gilda’s horns have more in common with Enchantimals: Gabriela Gazelle’s.

Let’s compare her to someone who has more deer features: Isi Dawndancer.

Isi actually doesn’t have attached antlers, and her ears are placed higher on her head; she does have lots of freckles/spots on her face though. To make up for the lack of antlers, she has some of the COOLEST FEET EVER! Take a look Deerlee!

Cute little hoofies!!! She’s actually the only one of these bipedal deer dolls that (were created) to have hoof feet.

Monster High had another deer-like character: Fawn, but she never received a doll. She has deer ears on the side of her head, no antlers, face freckles and she has HOOF FINGERS!!

Ever After High’s Dragon Games’ Deerla (a smaller pixie doll, ancestor to their Enchantimals’ line) has similar design elements to Isi, Fawn, and Deerlee:

Her skin tone looks very close to Fawn’s, she has freckles, and deer ears on top of her head (like Isi’s).

-I still can’t get over the two pairs of ears design choice-

……her antlers look really odd, like they have a main antler shape in there, but they added a bunch of random swirls to them as an afterthought.

Deerla passed down her golden ears, antlers and second pair of ears to her Enchantimal cousins.

Danessa Deer is one of the main cast of Enchantimals. She is about the height of Deerlee, has a similar skin tone to Isi, and once again has freckles.

Danetta Deer (-they seriously just took the two ‘s’s in her name and changed them to the next letter in the alphabet-) is on a much smaller Enchantimal body and basically looks like a smaller version of Danessa with a cuter face (in my humble opinion).

Rainey Reindeer has some impressive looking antlers. She has the lightest of freckles and she looks close to Deerlee’s skin complexion. Honestly, one of the cuter Enchantimals (maybe because her ponytail hides her human looking ears).

Nope, I lied. Queen Delilah has the most impressive looking set of antlers sculpted onto her head (for the Enchantimal line anyways). -someday she will be mine- She is eight inches tall. A tiny bit shorter than the Ever After High Pixies which were 8.5 inches tall, but she has more articulation: her knees! Not even Deerlee has that!

She looks to be the same color as Rainey and parts of Deerlee. Of course she has the freckles too.

The last Mattel line I’m going to look at are the Monster High Frightmares. Specifically the two “deer” looking frightmares: Fawntime Fallowheart and Meadoe Flurry. -two more deer dolls I desperate wanted but never bothered to buy when I had the chance!!-

They are 6 inches tall, have molded on clothing and down turned ears just like Deerlee! Their arm articulation is pretty limited, but they could move at the hip and neck. They have the cutest little molded deer tails!! And their bodies are giving me nostalgia for my G2 My Little Ponies. I think only Fawntime has freckles (and some unique branch eyebrows) and Meadoe has only powdered lavender/ periwinkle skin tone so far (and the most badass looking fantasy antlers). Okay! Onto MGA’s deer doll offerings.

-my holy grail- Novi Star’s Doe A. Deer! She has flocked legs (and I thiiiiink that’s all…which is a choice).

Her body is mostly white and her dress looks like something Fawntime would like to graze on, she doesn’t have any freckles (just some dot eyebrows, Gilda would be pleased), I don’t believe she has a tail, her ears look to be the same, but her antlers are wonderfully large.

Na! Na! Na! Surprise had a female and a male deer doll: Myra Woods and Donnie Ranger.

Both have the littlest of freckles, super detailed clothes (seriously, Donnie’s look amazing) and plastic horns stuck to their hats (both seem to be new sculpts too). For some reason, Myra’s sleeping bag’s antlers are set under her ears.

Okay! Onto another Moose toy!!! Zelfs!!! I have already said how much I love posing my pixlings with my Zelfs, but they are so cute together. Deerlee seems to like gossiping with Talleen and Manny.

Both of them have ears stuck to the tops of their head like Isi and the Enchantimals. There were two more deer themed Zelfs: Dorthy-doe (who looks a bit more like a pink Jack-a-lope than a deer) and another reindeer to join the herd: Rein-Doe. Both lack face spots and have different horns than Deerlee (although Rein-doe looks very similar - he even seems to have a flower theme too).

I had wanted to compare her with one of my Zelfs that had downturned ears (as what hers immediately reminded me of). Hmm, it actually looks like the Zelfs (this is Flitter by the way) had a little indent in there and Deerlee had thicker chunkier ears.

Anyways, not as deep as I usually go for over-views on dolls, but I’ll take some more photos of her after I give her a proper tail and paint some of the detail on her shirt and gloves. Did you guys have a favorite deer themed doll? Any of these on your want list? Did I miss any play line deer dolls?? She was super cute, and while I would still love for the line to give us knee articulation, more dolls with fully removable clothing, and the option to buy the dolls without the potion bottles (which are fun, but I am not going to be playing with them again). I look forward to trying to find the dragon and the fairy pixlings.

[alastorsteatimeritual]

Summary: With war on their doorstep, Lucifer begins to question whether his first line of defense is up to the task and decides to put that to the test. Testing that begins to bring about the idea that perhaps his deal with Alastor does not work quite the way he thought it would.

Teaser:

“Shiiiitt your majesty! Strong, incredibly flexible and that figure! To die for! I could make you the biggest star to ever walk this plane.” Valentino purred in his ear, hands suddenly splaying uncomfortably close to Lucifer’s hips. Did Alastor’s antlers grow bigger? And oh.. The Radio Dials were back. Wait.. why was Lucifer looking towards the Deer Demon when he should be focusing?

“ALRIGHT! That’s enough!” Lucifer said with a shudder and a grimace. He released the Vees from the trap and immediately sent a blast of Holy light every which way. It knocked the trio far away from him and left them groaning in the dirt. The king dusted himself off. “Angels have one big flaw and that is their ego. It is left unchecked given we are not prone to human limits. They will fight alone. You cannot handle them on your own so I need you to work together.

Vox was back on his feet and folded his arms. “I’m not going to work with any of these fuckers! We are Overlords, we don’t even like each other on a good day! I’ll stick to my crew.” He spat.

Lucifer huffed a frustrated breath and folded his wings out once more before flying over to Vox. He hovered at eyeheight and made quick work of painting a line on the screen, right across his eyes. The tv-demon spluttered and protested, trying to wipe the golden paint away but to no avail. He stumbled around, unable to balance himself properly, arms waving out in front of himself pathetically. Lucifer remained hovering in the air, hands on his hips and looking altogether disapproving.

“You might as well walk around like that if you’re going to be so blind. This isn’t about petty battles for turf. This is the ultimate battle. It’s conform or die but there is no walking away from this one. I cannot take all the angels myself. For this war and for the future of Hell you will need to put your differences aside and work together. Am I clear?” He spoke oddly authoritatively.

The Overlords pointedly looked away from him and the King sighed in exasperation. “Alright, I see you’re choosing the hard way. Let’s dial this bitch up a notch. And remember, I am only using the common angelic powers here, things that they can all do. I won’t use the ones that are specifically mine.”

[holographic-murderbot]

I would like to introduce my fursona Meridoc I based them off of a white deer like you see in a lot of fantasy art

I used and edited this base by samalamb-bases

[id: Two drawings of an anthro white deer front and back view. They have golden colour antlers and a multi-coloured mane and tail of pink green and blue. The mane is short and swept to one side. The hooves and inner ear a pale purple while the nose and eye are in a variety of purple shades. The deer is smiling and looking to one side. In the middle there is writing as follow. Meridoc they/them About them: They like autumn and spring for the falling leaves/blossom, painting, video games and fire They regularly dye their mane and tail different colours (current colours shown) They frequently hand stuff on their antlers and forget it's there leading them to either startling themself or wondering where the item is. The text is the same dark. almost black. blue as the line art. Below this is a colour palette of the nine colours used in the drawing. The background is a different shade of blue to the one used in the mane and line art. End id.]

[freedfromthegalactichivemind]

Club Galactic

So, coming across someone’s art of a hungover Hordak made me think of an old fic of mine for one of the Entrapdak Months.  It’s not like he’s a victim of the booze in it (she is), but he and Entrapta do, for the prompt of “Going Out” visit a nightclub for Horde-clones.  I felt like posting it.  I don’t think I’ve posted it on this particular blog.  It’s short and can be found as part of a collection on A03 - Every Overlord Needs a Mad Scientist  Club Galactic Hordak was trying to figure out the sequence of events that had brought him to this place.  His ears were straight against his skull, an expression of displeasure.  No amount of flattening could deafen the blaring music.  The lights at the edges of his vision bothered him.  A tendril of purple hair wrapped itself around one wrist. “Come on, let’s dance!”   “And make a fool of myself?”   “Just one dance, please?”  Entrapta begged.  “To tell the truth, I’m not much for it all either, but participation is vital to the social experiment!”   “Very well.” “It’ll also be an excellent opportunity to see how your new armor holds up!”   Hordak had been essentially forbidden from wearing battle-armor that enhanced his strength to particularly inhuman levels after the end of the war, but Entrapta had been crafting for him a series of form-fitting armors that served as mobility-aids.  They went well with – and appeared to be to the untrained eye to be - ordinary clothing, if a bit on the designer-side.  The power crystals were embedded into joints that deft feline-claws could not get into and so the large crystal etched with the word “LUVD” hung around the former warlord’s neck on a golden chain.   Hordak’s slinky dress was long enough to almost brush the floor.  Entrapta, for her part, was dressed in a smart little tuxedo with a tiny top-hat perched upon the top of one ponytail.  They both looked the part for this club.  The aesthetic of the place was something that Etherians had labeled “Gothic” and the garb people wore here was quite expressive.   Most of the crowd was made up of spacebats. “One dance,” Hordak grumbled.  “Then your promise to Kadroh will be fulfilled and we can leave.”   Entrapta giggled.  “A dance, some drinks and some tiny food!”   “Alright, then.”  Hordak looked around.  He almost ran into a deer-man with a large rack of antlers that had been painted black.  The deer was shuffling with a spacebat-partner.  Now that he took the time to notice, Hordak saw that Entrapta was the only human here. Every other club-goer was one of his kind or a member of Etheria’s beast-folk.   Entrapta started to dance, but seemed like she was unsure how.  She looked out at others in the crowd and began to imitate them – awkwardly. Hordak followed suit, timing a shuffling of his elbows and his feet to the beats he heard in the music.   “This place… is popular…” he stated.  “It seems that Kadroh is doing well for himself.” The clone formerly known as “Wrong Hordak” had been trying many things in terms of finding his identity and things to do after the war.  He was very much unlike Hordak in that he was a rather gregarious sort.  As an extension of this and of the cooking hobby he’d discovered, he’d started a nightclub.  He’d found an old industrial-building that was still standing in a town that had been bombed out during the war and had turned it into a party-hub for Horde-clones and Etherians alike.  The club catered especially to the spacebats because others struggled to understand their preferences.  For instance, this was one of the few establishments where they could get a soured-milk drink, discovered recently by accident and refined through culinary-experimentation.  It had proven to be a bit of an intoxicant for them.  It did nothing for Etherians.  It was also a place where they could get some fairly strong whisky – something that Hordak often had for breakfast.  His kind metabolized alcohol slightly differently than humans did. For him, it was like Entrapta and her coffee.   His own single encounter with coffee was something he did not want to think about.   “You’re moving great!” Entrapta encouraged. “How does it feel?”   Hordak moved with the music and he actually was starting to enjoy himself.  His joints felt fluid.  For emphasis, he spun and dipped.   “Ooh!” Entrapta squealed, clapping her hair-tails, “I’ve never seen you bend down so far!”   She paused and took a pair of champagne-flutes off the tray of a passing server.  She passed one to Hordak and they shuffled off into a corner to sip their drinks and watch the crowd.   “Alright, more than one dance,” Hordak said, grinning.  “Thanks to your armor, I found that quite invigorating.”   “Great!”   His ears flattened again at a discordant note played over the speaker system.  “Although I do find the music to be a bit too loud for my liking.”   “Music?” Entrapta asked, “What music?”   Hordak whipped around, eyes wide. “What?  Are you well, Entrapta?”   “Perfectly.  I just don’t hear any music!  I was just trying to keep up with the others with the dancing, but… it is not customary for people to dance without music.  How does Kadroh get people to do it?  Fascinating…”   “Of course there is music,” Hordak intoned. “You…you don’t hear it?”   “Nope!”   Hordak listened carefully.  He closed his eyes and concentrated on the trills and screeches and upon what he could catch of Galactic Hordish lyrics.  It dawned on him.  Of course! “You shall have to work on inventing a hearing-aid-device for yourself to come to this club,” he told her with a smile. “It would seem that the music here is strictly in my language.  The frequencies are beyond your range.  That could explain why the only other Etherians here are certain kinds of beast-folk. Every species has its own limits in perception.” Entrapta quivered in joy, her eyes sparkling in the spinning club-lights.  “Amazing!” She grabbed Hordak by the waist with her hair again and dragged him back to the dance floor.  “We’ll have to stay here all night!  So much data to collect!  So much study to be done! I’m the ultimate unbiased outside-observer! Eeeee!”   More dances were shared, more observations done and more drinks were downed.  After that, another limit to Entrapta was discovered, that, unfortunately, of her ability to metabolize alcohol.   Hordak carried her to their skiff.  The next morning was spent with the two of them in one of the bathrooms of Dryl, Hordak holding back her beautiful purple hair as she unloaded the remains of everything she’d eaten the night before into a commode.  He rubbed her back and whispered sweet nothings to her, having not changed out of his armor, experiencing a rare role-reversal in who took care of whom.   They didn’t have any plans to go to Club Galactic again.    

[activatebutterflyshield]

I finally put all the Eras out on paper together! It gave me a chance to fiddle with the designs of some, and I can now say that I’m mostly satisfied with how they look, at least in greyscale. A full list of who’s who and lore stuff below the cut

For those of you who don’t know, the Eras are gods that embody the different ‘eras’ of humanity’s history. I tried to draw them in roughly chronological order going counterclockwise from Chatter (the fox) but it’s not very obvious, so this list will also be in chronological order. Hopefully it’ll help you pick out who’s who.

Chatter starts us off, a very simple red fox who wears a belled collar of rope. They’re the god of Prehistory, of subsistence hunting and gathering, of desperate survival and freedom.

To their left is Songbird, who is meant to be a somewhat generic songbird with the tail of a superb lyrebird, a species which can mimic sounds they hear. She is very brightly colored, and also carries the flute, though sometimes it is the harp or the drum. She is the god of Antiquity, a rather broad swath of time that encompasses the creation of true art; drama, song, painting, sculpture, etc.

To her left is the Expanse, a wolf pierced by a sword, arrows, and laurel branches. He is the god of the Roman Age, of conquest, of great militaries, of sacrifice for a time one will not live to see.

Slightly down from him is the Mimic, an insect that resembles a wasp with wings like a butterfly. Their wings are patterned with eyes and mouths, and their antennae bear flowers that smell of incense. They are the god of the Middle Ages, that time when the church was powerful and the people feared what they did not understand.

Down and to the right is the Splendor, a lion with a scorpion’s tail and dragon’s wings; a manticore in all but the face. He wears a crown and a pair of (usually golden) manacles. He is the god of the Renaissance, the time of glittering palaces and bloody wars.

To his right is the Wanderlust, a shark whose mouth is full to bursting with cotton and coffee and indigo, whose fins bear the cross of the conquistadors, and whose tail is wrapped both in silk and the irons of enslaved people. He is the god of the Age of Sail and Exploration, of discovery, travel, exploitation, and all those who have no home.

Above him is the Contradiction, mostly a cat, partly a few different dinosaurs, with feathers and slick skin and bone. Their lantern is a both a light in the dark and the consumer of knowledge deemed forbidden. They are nebulous; most say that they are the god of the Scientific Revolution, though some believe that they were born as late as the discoveries of she who sells sea shells by the sea shore.

Up and to the left of them is the Industry, a dragon with smokestack horns, brick scales, and a tail like a sewing machine. His legs are stained with soot, and his eyes are the bulbs of Edison, the better to survey his vast domain. He is the god of the Industrial Revolution, of commerce, mass production, over abundance, and pollution.

To his left is the Duty, a horse with a gas mask face and hair of barbed wire. His saddle is harnessed with the ribbon of a Purple Heart, and he breathes noxious chemicals that burn the lungs and blind the eyes. He is the god of the World Wars and their ilk; most every needless loss of life for the sake of a selfish goal belongs to him.

Below him is the Fluctuation, a blind deer who carries the scales and whose fur is made of smoldering documents. Her antlers dip and peak and dip again, as unpredictable as fortune itself, be it in stocks or natural disaster. She is the god of the Great Depression, of fortune and misfortune, of fire and earthquakes and justice.

Under her is the Speculation, a snake with a mane of tentacles and a crest that bears the signal SOS. Their gaping chest pours out a mist darker than the night, and their mouth is shackled shut. They are the god of the Cold War, of intrigue, politics, secrets, and what you cannot know.

Lastly, to their right is the Progress, an eyeless whale with metal skin and visible circuitry. It is always neon-lit by advertisements and power bars, fueled by endless cables and intangible money. It is the god of the Information Age, of constant consumption, connection, togetherness, and a brave new world.

I’ve still got a lot of non-era gods to put up; Beyond (big ol’ bat + night sky + sputnik), Monument (mossy giraffe carrying the pyramids and a testament to the desire to be great), Fable (fluffy turtle with stars in its eyes), and Lodestone (blind crab or maybe rhino or perhaps a unicorn that’s a walking metaphor about purpose) are still yet to come! Except for Beyond, who you can see in glorious neon colors here:

[sunnyrifle]

yakuza AU for GinMori !! Morita's lieutenant & lapdog for Ginji, who's the patriarch;;

⛔️tags: p0rn without plot ▪️ yakuza AU ▪️ extremely dubious consent (nonc0n) ▪️ blood & injury⛔️

link↓↓ +irezumi info

Ginji's irezumi tattoo has an outer appearance of a golden ash phoenix, but upon taking into account its uncanonical depiction and dissecting the details - it's just a crane that was stylized to appear as one. A red-crowned tsuru crane painted in colors of fire, a bird who tried to achieve immortality. Cranes represent gracefulness, fidelity, good fortune, family, love and long life. As cranes are known to fly high in the air, they are thought to carry those who have passed away to heaven. Clouds and wind of course should be paired with the crane. Tsuru are known for their elaborate mating rituals, and once bonded, they stay with their partner for life. Very often cranes are paired with the mythical turtle minogame, to symbolize longevity - as both are said to live for up to 1000 years. It is also possible to combine cherry blossoms (spring) and maple leaves (autumn) with the crane if there is room - as together they represent the whole year, symbolizing lastingness.

Morita bears irezumi which overtakes his back and single buttock, with Ginji's patriarchal name engraved into it - he wears a kirin depiction as symbol of his undying loyalty to him. Kirin are representations of everything that is righteous, pure and peaceful. Alongside this, they are said to be the most powerful of all Japanese creatures. Kirin represent autumn, and so may be paired with chrysanthemums (and less commonly maple leaves). Appearing on earth only in times of peace - the kirin is depicted as having the body of a deer, head of a dragon, scales of a koi or spots of a fu dog, tail of an ox, horses hooves, and a singular horn or pair of antlers. They are said to be so caring for every living thing that when they walk they do not harm even a single blade of grass. This beautiful beast may attack fiercely if threatened, breathing fire from it’s mouth. Kirin are one of the four cardinal bests, representing the direction west, season autumn, color white and element metal. Because of their horse-like appearance and singular horn, they may be seen as a Japanese unicorn.

[livealittleoc-cb]

“It’s nice living with nature, it’s quiet and helps you be at peace.”

Basic Information

☽｡⋆ Name: Bonnie Donnachaidh

☽｡⋆ Species: Forest Nymph Witch Hybrid

☽｡⋆ From Glasgow, Scotland [The Human Equivalent to Wostiona in Astria]

☽｡⋆ She/Her | Bisexual [No Lean], Demisexual, Polyamorous | 26 [04/20, Taurus] | 5’0”

☽｡⋆ Occupation: Plant Nursery Worker && Animal Shelter Helped

☽｡⋆ “Human” Appearance: pale/fair skin, long frizzy/curly firey red/orange hair, forest green eyes, has freckles all over her face, no antlers or vines, no tattoos, no ear piercings, wears very feminine presenting clothes, long ruffled dresses, long skirts, puffy sleeved blouses, aprons [normally covered in flour, dirt or paint], moccasins, bandanas, dangly earrings, charm bracelets, necklaces, very cottage core aesthetic, wears a lot of greens, browns && white

☽｡⋆ Hybrid Appearance && Information: Forest Nymph Witch Hybrid [High Magic Pool]; Nature Magic [Can’t create vegetation without a vessel but can grow plants from anywhere, can also talk to animals]; pale/fair skin, long frizzy/curly firey red/orange hair, dark green eyes with golden specks, has freckles all over her face, has mini antlers that peek through her hair, has vines practically growing from her arms && legs, no tattoos, no ear piercings, wears very feminine presenting clothes, long ruffled dresses, long skirts, puffy sleeved blouses, aprons [normally covered in flour, dirt or paint], moccasins, bandanas, dangly earrings, charm bracelets, necklaces, very cottage core aesthetic, wears a lot of greens, browns && white, is considered very beautiful in this form [practically glows]

☽｡⋆ Personality: calm, level headed, very pleasant to be around, can be a bit easily excitable, cheerful, curious, good at comforting, best hype woman, soft

☽｡⋆ Likes: water, gardening, long dangly earrings, headphones, her cottage, cleaning, cooking, aprons, baking, apple pie, perfume, deer, forests, animals, family time, plants, stuffed animals, soft kisses and hugs, lofi music, cuddling, chestnuts, walnuts, squirrels, wax melts, books, reading, painting, pastel green, likes earthy herbal tastes && umami

☽｡⋆ Dislikes: animal abuse, being made fun of for her appearance or accent, loud sounds, destroying nature

Fun Facts

✮ Familiar[s]/Pet[s]: Panther Chameleon [Paint also known as Pascal🦎], Black Jaguar [Ink lovingly known as Stink🐆] ✮ Languages: English [Heavy Scottish Accent], Scottish Gaelic, German [Very Basic] ✮ Abilities: Nature Magic, Form Shifting, Can Speak to Animals, Can Grow Plants From Anywhere, Can Breath Underwater For a Long Period of Time, Potion Making, Revive Dead Patches of Greenary ✮ Love Language: Physical Touch [Giving] && Words of Affirmation [Receiving] ✮ Her mum was a Forest Nymph while her dad was a retired hunter ✮ Her eyes can change color depending on mood; golden yellow [happy], army green [anger], pastel green [sadness] ✮ Has little ferns appear in her eyes when overly happy or might grow little flowers around her ✮ Has accidentally almost drank paint water ✮ Has a weird obsession with rose tea ✮ Likes to put Paint/Pascal on things && paint whatever color he turns into ✮ Cuddles with Ink when she’s sad ✮ Ink sometimes forgets she’s not a small little kitty && crushes Bonnie under her [lovingly] ✮ Smells like the earth or rose perfume ✮ Is the comforting silence of nature holding you in her loving arms

NSFW

☽｡⋆ Switch [Slight Sub Lean, Very Obedient Sub && Soft Dom; Might Need to Be Guided When Domming]; Light Bondage [Giving], Pet Names [Bunny, Sweetheart, Good Girl, Etc], Praise, Light Impact Play, Dirty Talk, Edging, Overstimulation, Toys, Oral, Fingering, Light Hair Pulling [All kinks go both ways unless stated otherwise. She is not as experience with sex but is really open to most kinks, hard && soft as long as they’re talked about beforehand. Might dom/sub drop with harder kinks.]

☽｡⋆ Hard Nos: feet, watersports, wasteplay

☽｡⋆ Her eyes turn a pretty emerald green when arroused

☽｡⋆ Safe Word: Fern

☽｡⋆ Uses 🌱 on Dash

Relationships && Stauses

☽｡⋆ Crossing Frogs at the Pond, Concentrated

☽｡⋆ Single [0/2]; Not Interested

☽｡⋆ Friend[s]: Skyler [Gardening Buddy⛲️], Emilia [Mother && Mentor🥰], Jooheon [Mister Tips && Tricks✏️], Lelani [Pretty as Spring🌸], Ace [Dearest Heart🌻], Marci [Favorite Hairdresser✂️]

☽｡⋆ Family: The Forest’s Animals!

☽｡⋆ Tags: #🌱bonnie.txt [General Interaction Tag], #🎶bonnie music [Music Inspiration], #🌱bonnie wants [Outside Reblogs], #🦎paint.txt [Paint’s Tag], #🐆ink.txt [Ink’s Tag]

☽｡⋆ Faceclaim: @/guacamolebear on Instagram

[diskaywrites]

KINKTOBER 2024

𝟏𝟖+ 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕 #𝟔: 𝑺𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒎/𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒎 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑱𝑰𝒎𝒎𝒚 𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒃𝒔 𝒙 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝑳𝒆𝒆 (𝒐𝒄) 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝑶𝒇: 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒆, 𝑨𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒔, 𝑨𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆, 𝑽𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝑻𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏, 𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒕 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆: 𝑴𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒍 𝑪𝑾: 𝒏𝒐𝒏-𝒄𝒐𝒏, 𝒅𝒖𝒃-𝒄𝒐𝒏, 𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒎, 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆

.✽✦✽.◦.✽✦✽..✽✦✽.◦.✽✦✽..✽✦✽.◦.✽✦✽..✽✦✽.◦.✽✦✽..✽✦✽.◦.✽

Tears filled the emerald green eyes of Mary Lee as she stood in the darkness of the dungeon, thick collar around her neck and naked to their whims. She didn't want to be here. The Keep, the home she had known all of her life, had fallen. The small order of warriors who had once served her father, had been ill equipped to stand against the forces of a sorcerer as powerful as King Jacobs. Now she didn't even know where the men who served the Order were, including her husband Alan. Still, she was the pride and joy of her father and even in a hopeless situation, she would show no fear.

"I will not submit to you, tyrant."

The sight that left the crimson painted lips of the woman who stood across from her, Queen Audrina Colette, was almost one of sadness. Audrina was every bit as dangerous as her husband, and every bit as beautiful. Bright red hair, more vibrant than that of Mary's own, laid curled around her face, skin as perfect as porcelain. Her dress was vibrant in the filth of the dungeons, a green that matched her eyes. Had she not currently been a prisoner, Mary would have admired a woman of such beauty. "Do not be afraid, darling. Your father was once one of our ranks, you are simply meant to uphold his legacy within the Honored Ones."

Mary felt what little bravery remained leave her as soon as the name of the Honored Ones was mentioned. Every mother whispered stories to their children of the band of warriors who served the shadow king. Each had once been a hero in their own right until like took and took from them, leaving their hearts blackened and their actions cruel. Her father never spoke of the actions that he had committed as one of King Jacobs most trusted, only that he had overcome that darkness to be the benevolent leader he was known as. "I...you cannot..."

"My dear, why do you believe my husband took The Keep as his own," Audrina laughed, a hand pressed to her ample chest. "Now...Vincent...why don't you lay our lovely legacy out for our king to enjoy when he arrives."

The dark-haired man who stood next to Audrina, black hair as thick as his wild beard, moved forward, slinging Mary over one of his broad shoulders with a surprising grace. In the center of the dungeon, amidst various devices for torture was a large four poster bed. He carried Mary to the bed, throwing her upon it and spreading her arms and legs out on either side of her. The iron shackles held her splayed open, womanhood revealed to the four who occupied the room. "You will be given no choice, girl. You are ours now."

Mary let out a small sob as she struggled to get her arms free, "Stop! You...you cannot treat me like this!"

The handsome man clad in a purple tunic with the golden antlers of a deer embroidered above his heart who stood next to Audrina gave a chuckle, "Don't break her, Vincent. She's so...fragile."

From the floor where he knelt next to Audrina, the fourth man spoke up, his voice full of pity as he looked up at his queen, "She's barely old enough to be a woman. We should not hand her to Vincent or Matthew..."

"She will be given to a former member of the Age," Matthew corrected, sitting on one of the nearby benches, rolling his eyes.

"She is a woman and she is one of us," Audrina ran a hand through the kneeling man's short cropped hair, "Our king wishes to welcome her into our fold, Michael."

Mary clenched her eyes closed, praying to any deity who would listen for air. She wanted to be safe in The Keep, in the arms of her husband. She held her position until the too cold dungeon seemed to grow even colder. When she opened her eyes, a fifth man had joined the others. He was well-dressed in a flowing black robe decorated with purple filigree. His dark eyes seemed outlined with the same makeups she often wore, nails decorated in a lovely black as well. He appraised her with a soft sneer as he seemed to glide towards the bed, "You are her? The progeny of my brilliant Brodie? You do not look like him."

"She looks like her mother, the Wyatt Witch," Audrina rubbed her husbands shoulder, her voice a light purr. She pressed a kiss to his neck, "We have secured your legacy, my husband."

Audrina was the first to sit on the bed next to Mary, the younger woman trying to shrink away from the queen, "Please...I...he is not my Alan..."

Audrina ran a comforting hand through Mary's hair, one of her pink nails raking the younger girls forehead. The nails themselves were imbued with magic, a spell that incited lust in those who were scratched, "You will understand in due time."

It was as if a new rush of feelings hit Mary all at once. Her body seemed to be on fire and a gentle blush took her cheeks, "Yes mistress..."

"I see my Audrina has helped you to relax," Jacobs chuckled as he approached the bed, his long black cloak dragging behind him, "How are you feeling, sweet one? Prepared to share your honor with me?"

Her rosy nipples stiffened in the cold, the magic working its way through her, "I...I am here to honor my king."

The smirk that came to Jacobs face was sinister as he pinched at her pale skin. One hand rolled its palm against her womanhood. "The girl is learning her place. We'll have to teach her the deeper...vulgarities."

With no warning, Jimmy slid two fingers inside of her. They moved at a ruthless pace, not caring for her pleasure as much as he was treating Mary like a piece of meat. He watched as she squirmed, trying to adjust to such rough treatment. Just because the magic made her lustful did not mean that it made her prepared for such painful movements. While his hand moved between her legs, Audrina's cupped and fondled at her breasts. "Is she tight?" Audrina questioned gently, looking down at her husband.

"If not viriginal," Jimmy gave a nod, three fingers inside of Mary at this point.

Mary let out a soft sound, laying her head against the threadbare pillow behind her. As Jimmy's movements increased their speed, she gritted her teeth in an attempt to stop herself from crying out to the entire room, but she felt her hips rising and falling in time with the forward thrust of Jimmy's hand, "Please...I..."

"You're holding back, darling. Do not hold back. Let yourself be free," Audrina urged, rolling one of Mary's nipples between slender fingers. "Use your words, they will come to you."

Mary closed her emerald green eyes again. The feeling that was building inside of her reminded her of the first time she and Alan had made love, the white hot fire in the pit of her stomach. What had he called it? "I...I think I need to...I need my release..."

"We'll need to teach the girl her words, but I am going to take her straight through her second release," Jacobs spoke to Audrina in a clinical manner, "Go on, darling."

Mary let out a loud cry as she felt herself release against the other man's fingers. Tears dotted her cheeks, but her head was in a lazy haze. Her own hands dug into the bare mattress, "Master...master I cannot..."

"Relax, my sweetling," Jimmy crooned, "You are soft enough and eager to please. You will be a fine addition to my coterie. My new exalted one."

"I want my husband," she pleaded, tears streaming down her face. It seemed to do nothing but excite the king whose fingers moved faster into her dripping core. While his right hand moved, he reached into the folds of his cloak and produced a long, thin, metal spike.

"Jacobs...she..."

"Must learn what will happen if she displeases me," he sneered at his wife, tone saying that she should stop. He brought the spike to lay between Mary's breasts, the cold metal causing her to shiver from both the feeling of the metal and the fear, "You will fall in line or I will place this inside of you. I will make sure you feel it."

Mary let out another sob as a second release wracked her body. She could barely breathe from the force of it, head rolling to the side. Audrina pushed her hair from her eyes, almost motherly, "Rest. In the morning, your training begins."