#I figured I'd do this for him X3

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BIRTHDAY SYMBOLS

☯ February, 8th 2003 ☯

Birthstone:  Amethyst - The gem of Peace and Tranquility

Amethyst is a part of royal gem collections all over the world, from ancient Egypt to the British crown jewels. For some time, true amethyst was valued equally with the diamond. The name amethyst derives from the ancient Greek word amethustos, meaning sober. It was said that an amethyst could instill a sober and serious mind. Amethyst was known as a gem that would bring forth the highest, purest aspirations of human kind. Chastity, sobriety, and control over one's thoughts were all attributes heightened by wearing the stone. Amethysts are recommended to those who deal with stress a lot, such as people with an excessive work ethic who are unable to enjoy relaxation.

Birthflower: Violet

Violet is a delicate flower that appears at the end of February. It may come in shades of blue, mauve, or even yellow or cream. Violet denotes faithful love, humility and modesty. In the Victorian era, giving someone violets suggested "I'll always be true"". Dreaming of violets means that luck is coming your way, and that your future spouse will be younger than you. Violet is known as the state flower of Illinois, Wisconsin, New Jersey, and Rhode Island, and the official flower of Greece. It is also given on the 50th wedding anniversary.

Astrology Sign: Aquarius  

Aquarians are witty, clever, honest, unassuming, knowledgeable, serious, and insightful. You often go about accomplishing goals in a quiet way. You are the person who tends to deviate from the crowd and are always seeking intellectual stimulation. You welcome change as boredom is your enemy. You will take up any cause, as you are the humanitarian of the zodiac. You are easy going and do not judge others. As such, you make many natural friendships. You are also quite artistic.  

Chinese Year: The Sheep - a symbol of Unity

You are tasteful, intelligent, artistic, warm, kind, elegant, charming, cultured, intuitive, sensitive, gentle, and calm. You are born under the sign of art, so you love making and looking at beautiful things and you don't hesitate to spoil yourself with such things. You are the most feminine of all the twelve animal signs. You are quiet and sometimes shy, and have enormous compassion. You are a wonderful guest and a person other people love being around. The Chinese believe that the goat is naturally lucky because of your kind heart and peaceful nature.

Native American Astrological Sign: Otter  

You are independent, quirky, curious, imaginative, friendly, honest, inventive, courageous, tolerant, creative, perceptive, unconventional, soothing, sensitive, sympathetic, and original. You are in this world to immerse yourself in the fountain of knowledge- attaining wisdom is your ultimate goal, as you have a deep seated curiosity about everything. You have an unusual outlook on the world as you are highly intelligent and never stop analyzing things. You make a great friend because of your intuition, attentiveness, and honesty.  

Birth Tree: Cedar Tree - the tree of confidence  

You are self-confident, strong, vivacious, talented, industrious, determined, optimistic, adaptable, and a great speaker. You love luxury and everything around you to be of fine-quality. As such, you are determined to succeed and have the confidence to do so. You tend to be in good health and you never look down on others. You are blessed with the ability to make decisions quickly.  

[angrybatgaming]

Yeehaw! New Sky OC unlocked! Don't have a name for him yet. Will draw him whenever I can get around to it! (Still got a bit of burnout.)

Attempting to play The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly theme. Would sound WAY BETTER if there was a whistling emote. And no, I don't mean the one from Season of the Nine-Colored Deer. I mean as in actually whistling tunes.

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present day

if every day will be like this from now on, i'll look forward to every single one.

ok. Sits down. help meeee i tried using csp's comic tools for once (and also gradient maps + coloring w monochrome) to save time bUT I ENDED UP SPENDING THE USUAL AMT ANYWAY SO. . erm. WELL IT WAS FUN ANYWAYS

hiiiiiiiii i wrote this script 4 months ago nd finally did it (had this on the backburner for 20 million yrs bc i wanted to get out other angst bullshit first)

the parallels of goro's back (x3) on the first 2 pgs are kinda not 1:1 as i'd like but REGARDLESS i still like them. goro, who had utmost control over his life, running it like a machine, regardless of how he feels or if he's tired or if he wants to give up.......he was in control. knowing, of course, that his life is on the line at every waking moment, but since he was always on edge, always alert, he was still in control.

but now, surviving the long winter and coming out to the other side, he's lost that control AND that edge. now what is he left with? what is there left?

very speficially in the 2nd page.... i think its so <3 YAY <3 that goro, now, doesn't feel the need to take such spic-and-span clean-cut care of his appearance.., guy who rolls out of bed and throws on a shirt to go hangout w akira and sumire. he decides to tie up his hair and forgoes his gloves... feels more "comfortable" to change his apperance, to let down his guard a little. <- was the rough symbolism JKDSHKFS

sumire getting the choco croissant but letting goro have the first bite YEAHHHH WHATEVER

4th page symbolism is also rough i didnt think abt it too hard LMAO. 3rdsem goro watching his detective prince self leave. he knows acutely well that chapter of his life is over - whether he survives the long winter or dies in it. all that he knew - even though it was miserable and awful and frustrating and dangerous - is gone.

and now there's just this: the present day. whatever that means.

i think something important to me abt royal trio is just the idea of Learning To Just Exist: no need for a "purpose" or a "calling" or some overarching "goal". they just learn to exist.

and of course none of them really have a benchmark for "wow i like this i want to live like this" so they just roll with the punches, as they always have, but yknow. finally getting to live their honest student life as they always deserved

edit: and most importantly for goro, i think, is learning to cut himself some slack. "despite everything" he says, despite all the shit he's endured AND all the shit he's done, he feels like this is "right." whatever that means, he's ready to take it day by day to figure it out. AND THATS THE WHOLE THING Punches wall really hard

edit: I ALSO FORGOT. i think the sentiment of "being waited for" for goro means a lot. since he had to do everything by himself, fight for himself, decide everything for himself frm such a young age, the idea of akira and sumire waiting for him, inviting him out simply for him to be there -> is really meaningful to him, more than they could know.

edit AGAIN: also goro sleeping in means a lot to me. i imagine that guy has pretty terrible insomnia. ALSO HE HAS A BEDFRAME! i like the thought of his apartment being so /r/malelivingspaces throughout the game. he doesn’t deserve a bedframe. BUT HE HAS ONE NOW!

goros expressions in the last page gve me a hard time. sparkly....

also im SO freaking sorry if his voice isnt too well-written... i had a crisis over the wording while draiwng htis so much DSKHASKDASJK AND THE PANELING AND WHATEVERRR IDEK WHAT IM DOINGGG but it was fun!!!! exploratory..... regardless i will keep workign to do him and royaltrio justice. THUMBSUP EMOJI.

[1moreff-creator]

DR: One Shot - Prologue First Impressions

Everyone cheer!!! Danganronpa One Shot’s prologue just released {go read it if you haven't it's awesome}, so I figured I'd record my first impressions the same way I did with DRDT CH2 PT2! As usual with this kind of post, don’t expect anything too cohesive or any impressive insight or whatever, these are just my silly thoughts on something I’m very excited about. I also don’t know how this is gonna go with a written format but, uh… we’ll find out!

CW: Thankfully DROS has its own cw system, here's the ones for the prologue :)

Ante Up, huh? Really like that title :D

“Maybe I finally exude enough of a VIP aura that the security guards just left me alone!” I love this protag’s attitude immediately, I’ve been really intrigued by Ellis’ vibe for an entire week by now and I’m already loving it!

“Ellis: Clearly, I’m in heaven, if I’m lookin’ at you~” FIRST. LINE. Goddamn Ellis does not beat around the bush.

“You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take, right?” Watch this idea be one of the main themes of One Shot. I doubt it for now but it’d be funny.

“...we see a robot walk into the room. It’s a strange, spindly metal humanoid, almost like a mannequin. Its movements are stilted, seemingly only able to bend at key points in its design.” Damn that’s a creepy ass mascot design actually, awesome.

Monoquin is an awesome name, I love it. Also I wonder who had to be dragged to the room, Eight or Fifteen by the color?

“[Brown]: “Monoquin,” huh? And how’d you get us here? You must have some kind of establishment behind you.” Hi Six, you’re doing great sweety. Also the names are lining up with my predictions so far, right? Just Long and Rey so far, but…

Young too actually, I might have cooked.

“Ellis: Wow, so we’re all special? I was worried it was just me.

???: An Ultimate? Me…?” Ellis I love you and Five’s not beating the “blank slate” allegations so far lol.

Listen, I didn’t want to bring attention to it earlier, but if you’re gonna call them “Mx Ho” I have to point out how objectively funny that name is. Also I think this also lines up with the name guesses, which I’ll stop pointing out now unless it’s contradicted. 

“Hope’s Oasis Resort and Casino.” A casino and resort, huh… Really interesting setting, very unique! Also Fifteen and Fourteen are gonna catch all the MM allegations unless this series doesn’t do an in-class MM lol. {This was said with my original talent predictions in mind lol}

“[Grey]: Modeled after a school in Japan, right as the apocalypse begins in Japan?

[Orange]: We don’t… know it’s an apocalypse. That seems a little dramatic, right?” … Oh. Oh. This is happening concurrently to the start of the Tragedy? The setting gets more interesting by the second.

“There is no way that my talent can be something as boring as the “Ultimate Lucky Student.”” I love Ellis x3. Also got the talent right! Even though I feel everyone and their mothers could have called it. Though I wanna note one of the possible talents they came up with is “Ultimate Champion,” which suggests they’ve probably won… something with their luck? We’ll see.

“Ultimate Moneymaker! The Ultimate Stock Market King! The Ultimate Investing Intellect!” I’m reading this one how am I still so bad about writing reactions right before shit gets explained? But yeah, stocks! That raises the question of whether Ellis even realizes they’re capital L Lucky or not, which is interesting.

By the way, I like the sprites, they’re very charming :)

“...even if we are debatably trapped here with a creepy living mannequin, there are still lots of cuties here.” Forget Ten being the Ultimate Romantic, Ellis is the Ultimate Flirt damn-

“[Light blue]: Cool! My name is Robert Smith, he/him, and, uh… it’s a little embarrassing, but… My “talent” is that I’m the Ultimate Normie.” YOOO! That’s hilarious actually. And I got this right! “Ultimate Regular Person” or something had been my guess, and that’s pretty much what this is! Though “normie” is a hell of a choice lmao.

“… He’s really giving me nothing to work with here.” Ellis is trying so hard it’s hilarious.

"Ellis: Wow… all these beautiful flowers, and yet, you’re the one I can’t take my eyes off of~

I watch their expression deaden for a second, but they take a short breath and quickly replace it with an effortlessly charming smile." 

“Davis: Nice to meet you, Ellis. I’m Davis Love, he/him, and… I guess I’m the Ultimate Bachelor.” Interesting reactions to the flirting, especially given the talent… And while “Romantic” seems way off, I did get the general ballpark of “relationships.”

I don’t want to just copy paste all his dialogue, but Davis is… very interesting so far. Obviously doesn’t like the talent, but pretty confident it’s right… hm… Very curious where this one’s going.

“Kennedy: Monoquin told me that this room rotates from scene to scene every once in a while. Called it a Show Room. But he didn’t tell us why they change it…”

“I’m Kennedy Rey, Ultimate Conspiracy Theorist. Any pronouns.” Someone who makes insane theories from almost non-existent evidence... Holy shit did they put me in the killing game? :O /silly

Anyways, the show room sounds very… strange. Like a good way of setting up interesting murder mysteries, you know. Also Ellis’ comments about handcuffs are… so off the cuff (heh) he’s awesome.

“Kennedy: So they’re modeling Hope’s Peak closely… If you’re the “Ultimate Lucky Student,” despite us not being high schoolers, then they care more about being true to form than accuracy…” That actually is a pretty good point, given Ellis doesn’t seem to be a student- Oh God I’m actually listening to the Conspiracy Theorist. And I’m probably gonna end up listening to her a lot. How low will I fall?

“Vanessa: Well, in that case, I guess I’d say I found something that caught my eye, too.” Finally… someone that matches Ellis’ freak :O 

“I’m Vanessa Bravo, and I’m the Ultimate Announcer! She/her pronouns for me, thanks!” Announcer! Really cool actually!

“Ellis: I’ve always been rather lucky with money. Gambling, knowing what stocks to invest in, finding money lying around… I’m your guy when it comes to making and spending cash. [...] Or a few choice stocks left to me by my dearly departed grandfather.” Backstory pieces already!!!

This does make me wonder how much accirax actually knew about Ellis before the game. I don’t know how roleplaying works :v She’d know everything about Ellis from the start, right? That would be my guess, might send an ask to the av-multifangan account later lol.

“Vanessa: Plus, the way he reveals information is so boring. I could do a way better job. Like, “oh, by the way, you’re Ultimates, like Hope’s Peak.” Where’s the drama? Where’s the delivery?” I always love when Ultimates are so passionate about their Thing :D

“They wear identical black and white attire with a red tie, including masks that cover the lower halves of their faces. Those, too, are split in half with black and white, reminiscent of Monoquin.” Ah, terrifying, cool.

“Taylor: Sorry, I should introduce myself. I’m Taylor Long, they/them pronouns, and I guess this place thinks of me as the Ultimate Impressionist.” Ooh, really cool! Not what I would have guessed but it’s awesome still!

“Ellis: I can see why. You’ve already left quite the impression on me.” How many pick-up lines does accirax have in stock? She’s actually so good at playing a flirty character damn.

“In a single moment, their entire demeanor shifts, becoming much more confident as they wink, pointing a finger gun towards me.

Taylor: “After all, I must be lucky too, to be meeting such a catch~ Everything’s coming up Taylor!” Oh this talent could be fun.

“Monoquin: Ah, they are the staff. They are intended to help the Resort run smoothly, as well as to make your stays here as luxurious as possible. If you have any requests, please don’t hesitate to ask a staff member. They won’t bother you unless you’d like their attention, but I assure you, they’re quite friendly.

Note Obtained: Staff Members�� Love the note system, and you know I’m gonna use it! I’ll keep track of them always, don't you worry.

[Three locked doors] Õ_o

“???: I’m Vivian Mitchell, but you can call me Vivi! She/they pronouns. And, I’m the Ultimate Doctor! Or, uh… they call it something else…

Ellis: Ultimate Hot-tor?

Vivi: No… apparently, they think of me as the Ultimate Mad Doctor.” what. 

Okay that’s awesome actually. Really interested in that talent actually.

“Why are there so many batshit insane people here?! Is that what being an “Ultimate” actually means???” Ah, can’t forget the classic realization!

“Ellis: …I won’t be in danger of death any time soon.

Vivi: Of course! No one will be, with me around.” Really interesting confidence, also I don’t know if that’s a death flag or setting up a mental breakdown upon the first death :v

“Vivi: If we can conquer death, we’ll be unstoppable!” Ah so she’s insane insane got it. Vivi’s definitely climbed the rankings of characters I’m curious about, what is her Deal???

“They giggle, then place a hand delicately on my arm.

Antonia: How charming. Tell me, darling, are you here to play~? 

Ellis: Sure am. So, how much are you in for…?

Antonia: Well, considering I’m the dealer, I suppose you’d make the first move.

Ellis: Dealer?

They flourish.

Antonia: The Ultimate Dealer, Antonia Cisneros, at your service. She/her.” Hi Fourteen I’m your biggest fan. I wasn’t expecting Dealer but it’s a really interesting talent regardless! 

[More dialogue] Holy shit she’s matching Ellis’ freak exactly actually. What in the name of card-game-related sexual tension. 

“Antonia: I do believe we’re in Las Vegas. I’ve spent my time in plenty of Casinos, and I know my city when I see it.

Ellis: Hey, you’re from Vegas? Me too! Wow, we have so much in common…” Ooh… I wonder if Antonia’s right? If she is, that’s a crazy call, which I guess is expected of the Ultimate Dealer… call’s a poker term right i have no idea how this works. Also cool that we’re getting even more on Ellis’ background already!

“Aidan: I’m Aidan Ho. I don’t really care about pronouns, so just use he/him, I guess. And, according to a slip of paper I saw this morning, I’m, apparently, the Ultimate Contrarian.” Oh that’s what the Xs were for lol. Interesting title, and also kinda explains the fit, hmmm… 

Also I called Antonia and Aidan being a pair, right? Well they got introduced together at least, so it’s something :v

“Aidan: Think about your actions before following the weird mannequin’s orders mindlessly?” Well I’m certainly seeing the title. Aidan seems peculiar. Another one on the list of intriguing characters. Which is probably gonna be at least sixteen people long lmao.

“???: I’m Paris Hall, and here, you’ll come to know me as the Ultimate Gossip! I use she/her pronouns, if you didn’t already know~” Okay, “spill the tea” that’s what the tea cups were about, that’s hilarious actually xD Would not have guessed this one in a billion years, but it’s really interesting. I can only imagine the kinda shit this one’s gonna get into when investigations happen.

“Paris: Got anyone you’re interested in?

Ellis: Interested how?

Paris: In any way. Ask, and I’m sure I’ll have something I can tell you about them.” Wow she works fast damn. Guess that’s the Ultimate Gossip yeah :p

“As friendly as she seems, I gotta be careful with my words around this one. She could easily turn what she knows about me into some sort of slander campaign, and that would NOT be good for the Ellis Ortiz brand.” I wonder how literally we’re meant to take the “brand” thing :v

“Cass: I’m Cassidy Torres, or Cass for short, she/they. And, here, I guess I’m the Ultimate Agent.” Ooh, cool talent! 

Note Obtained: Customer Service Desk: There are locked rooms with objects that can be requested of staff. Requests are written on a sheet of paper, which include name if delivered to a room, but can be anonymous if delivered to the desk. Free of charge. {This is my own summary btw, not the note that's actually in the e-handbook}

Very cool concept! I can already see how this could play into murders in many ways. Obviously getting items anonymously is interesting, and I could see some kind of crazy way of framing someone by sending something suspicious to their rooms? In any case, this kind of list of information can go insane, reminds me slightly of SDRA2’s immaculate Trial 3. 

A bar? This is Vegas, so USA, so drinking age is 21, yeah? I wonder if that’ll be brought up.

“???: Jeff Breeze, Ultimate Absentee. He/they for me.” What is this talent. Alright so forget what I said about Fifteen being suspicious, only Antonia’s talent seems related to the place so far.

“Jeff: Eh… I don’t really stick around to find out. I go where I want, and when it’s time to leave, I go.” What? This guy’s even more confusing than Greek Letters dude, who hasn’t even shown up yet. Really curious about them though.

“Grace: I have a boyfriend.” Welp. That was fast xD 

“???: I’m Grace Thomas, and I use they/them pronouns. I’ve been dubbed the Ultimate Clockmaker.” CLOCKS!!! Well, I’ve been known to love Clockmakers (beyond occasionally accusing them of murder) so I’m down to see what Grace’s got going on.

“Grace: I don’t think there’s much use in speculation. We should put our efforts where we can for now, and come back to gather what information we can once it’s time.” Logical, I like them :)

“Ellis: Do you… not know your name?

[Nine]: …

They sigh.

[Nine]: I don’t. Or where I’m from, or my Ultimate talent, or… anything. Sorry to disappoint.” :)

Damn even the pronouns are ??? that’s funny.

So going by the fact I’ve gotten every other name right I’m assuming this guy is in fact “Mark dros” from the tags, so they’ll probably come up with the name soon. I’ve said before I’m a sucker for mystery characters, and that hasn’t changed yet!

“Noah: I’m Noah Walker, he/him, and here, I guess I’m the Ultimate Frat Boy!” THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE! I did call him being a frat boy, I just wasn’t expecting that to be the talent! Wonder what’s up with the Greek letters then… 

“And I’m Harper Young, ve/ver pronouns. According to this establishment, I qualify to be the Ultimate Philanthropist.” Yeah that’s kinda close to my guesses. I forgot this word existed lol. Cool talents!

“Ellis: Did you just meet now, or did you somehow know each other before you got here?

Harper: We’ve been acquainted in the past, yes.

Noah: My frat hosts charity events and stuff, so sometimes people like Harper would drop in and help us out.” Oh cool! Can’t wait for one of them to die so the other one gets sad! :D

One outfit per student, usual business. Cameras are normal, no V3 shenanigans. Interested in the idea that some people may pick up clothes or accessories from the Desk, though I’m not sure if or how that will really come into effect.

The conversations are so cool! These characters bounce off each other so well, I love them all already :D

“Vanessa: Then, uh… Mark! You’re Mark.

Noah: You mean like… question Mark…?

Vanessa: It works, right?” Genius. Zero notes on this. Just flawless naming convention.

Note Obtained: Monoquin’s Hands: They serve as a master key to all the doors in the building. Ellis wonders if they can ask staff for these hands.

Hmm… That one’s interesting. Really gotta watch whether attacking Monoquin is against the rules or not. I could see this coming into play really late into the game, like CH5-6 late.

{By the way, I don’t know how I missed this the first time around, but sixth installment of the killing game is actually crazy, I wonder how it’ll come up. And I wonder if it’s related or a reference to how many fangans venus and accirax made before this one, since this is in fact their sixth :p - That was written before the Notice that it is not, in fact, related. I did figure it was, if anything, an in-joke more than anything actually plot-relevant, but still, lmao, good catch guys xD}

“Voiceover: The game concludes when there is only one survivor left.” So this is gonna end with the destruction of the killing game probably. Feeling lucky with my guesses, why not?

Wait actually.

Note Obtained: Killing Game Explanation. Standard blackened and spotless rules, the game ends with one survivor. BDA plays when 3 innocents see the body. Motives and cameras exist. This is the sixth installment of the killing game.

That’s kind of a shockingly low amount of rules… Maybe there will be more in a bit hold on.

“But then, what’s my play from here? Do I sacrifice all of these people just to let myself go? Do I try to outlive everyone, to be the last person left standing? There’s no way in hell I’ll just allow myself to become some random victim, a casualty of someone else’s scheme. Or, is there some way to rebel against the system altogether…?

Ellis: … So, is there some kinda prize for winning? Other than our escape, I mean.

Antonia: There must be. If it’s a “game,” there has to be an incentive to win.”

Bro??? Ellis immediately starts considering murder holy shit. And Antonia continues to match her rythm, damn. I was already loving how different Ellis was from other protags so far, but this is making me like them more and more. You know, the usual "the worse and more morally questionable a character becomes the more I'll like them" deal. I’d comment about how my tastes are concerning but I feel like that’s been established on this account lol.

Holy shit we actually have a full e-handbook that’s awesome. I love it I love it I love it- I’ll check it out after finishing the prologue.

I lied I wanted to look at the rules. Most of them are pretty standard, but I wanted to point out a few that interested me.

4: “If the blackened receives at least the plurality of votes, they alone will be executed.” I just like that they used the word “plurality” :)

7: “The blackened may only kill a maximum of two people during any single killing game.” I’m interested in the wording of “any single killing game.” Has someone here participated in more than one killing game? Is there a plan for these people to participate in more than one? I'm looking at Mark, who might be in a bit of a Rantaro situation, but I kinda doubt venus would repeat that plot point lol.

8:”If two victims are killed by two different killers in the same Trial, only the killer whose victim’s body is discovered first is the blackened.” V3 rules if I recall correctly, wonder if it will actually come into effect here.

13: “The destruction and/or theft of another player’s e-Handbook is against the rules.” No theft is actually quite notable.

Additionally, I’m seeing a few interesting things in the “Preferences” section. The fact that you can apparently give other people permission to open your dorm room seems like it could be important, and the chatroom intrigues me quite a bit. The character profiles are also cool to see. I don’t see any immediately obviously important birthday dates, but I’ll note the likes and dislikes. I also see that everyone has a set of six die faces on the top right, except Ellis. I’m assuming that everyone has five free time events (since they start at 1 lit up) and those die are a way of keeping track of how many got done. 

Anyways back to the prologue.

“Robert: Well… that just happened.” Of course. Of course he says that xD

And everyone’s immediately fighting I love it lol. I like the plurality (heh) of approaches here: Kennedy wants the truth, Aidan wants to ignore everything, Grace’s thinking in the police, and Vanessa helps Taylor express the whole “let’s chill for the night and meet for breakfast” idea. 

I love the ending introspective segment for Ellis. Just really awesome stuff overall, and seeing a protagonist that, from the very start, is planning not to get attached to anyone and survive on their own in some way. We know that’s probably not gonna last in the slightest, but it’s still a really cool mindset to explore from a protag’s perspective. 

Overall, as expected, nothing but absolute peak. 

Notes we have so far:

Staff Members

Customer Service Desk

Monoquin's Hands

Killing Game Explanation

(In case it isn't clear, since I'm writing down my reactions, I always have the list of notes under what I'm currently writing in case I need them lol)

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I can’t believe this is out, it’s so exciting!!! I love this so far. All the characters seem super Silly, which I always love to see. The protagonist is cool and interesting, the format is very fun, the talents are very exciting, the writing in general is immaculate… I can’t wait for more! If I have time, I might write something a bit more in-depth, or I might wait until we have more content before really going insane (<- I say as if I'm not already insane over this lol). In any case, thanks for reading, bye!

[cyandreamzaceattorney]

♡ April May ♡

Oh boy it's been a hot minute since I was last on this site, long story short I've been super busy with real life stuff and, while I've now gotten more time to draw than last week, I may become less active over the next few months :P

Anyways time to talk about the drawing! Yesterday I felt like drawing April May, why? Because not only did I feel like drawing something super cute and pink but, also I actually do enjoy April May's character quite a bit! It was a lot of fun to draw her and design a cute outfit loosely inspired by her canon outfit! I also gave her a fuller figure because she kinda has one in official art though that's probably mostly due to trilogy art style drawing often drawing aa characters (especially men) thicker, but I like drawing all kinds of body types so I decided I'd draw her chubby/mid sized anyways :P

now to talk more about her character >:-). A lot of people seem to think of her a lesser version of Ini Miney or even Dahlia Hawthorne but personally, I feel like all three of these women are quite different from each other, sure there are many traits that are same but that's the case for well, any one if you compare them to someone else, let alone characters in the same fictional franchise :P

So why do I like her? Well the main one is that to me she's to me a women who is unlikable but, you can't help but feel sorry for. I feel this way because while yes she did help Redd White blackmail many and kill Mia, and she does have a rude, harsh and literally catty personality but, she's was also stuck in a bad and potentially dangerous situation. A lot of people seem to forget that Redd White is a powerful and dangerous man, who had enough power to blackmail people with a lot of power and influence. also in one of her dialogue options she does outright mention being scared of him, because he knows how to shut people up. Personally wouldn't be surprised if Mia wasn't his first murder but that's a hc based off that line of dialogue.

speaking of hc's I do have a few for April May! (these do have minor spoilers for AA3, AAI1/2)

She's from Zheng Fa, now I haven't finished AAI2 yet (on case 4 atm) so idk if case 4 and 5 will effect this hc or not, but I noticed both Shi-Long and Di-Jun kinda act and look animal like in a similar way to April, of course her name doesn't really fit with Zheng Fa names but given she has a fake cutesy personality the name could also be fake (or she legally changed it to April May either after moving to America or after she started working at Blue Corp)

She met Dahlia in prison, I feel like she would've been sent to prison for a while due to being an accomplice in many of Redd White's crimes and since Morgan was able to meet Dahlia any other prisoner could as well, including April. I mostly have this hc cuz I feel like these two would at first bound over hating lawyers and how easy it is to fool people with a cutesy act, but than stop bonding when April learns a bit more about Dahlia.

Before working at Blue Corp she wanted to be a model and even dating a bit during that time, but neither worked out. One of her bf's just so happened to be Larry Butz (did I only come up with this hc because I learnt April and Larry are same age? maybe XD)

because she's a one off character in my mind she got her life together after serving her jail sentence. Maybe she got into a completely different job like running a bakery or something, idk lol

I hope you all enjoy my hc's and this drawing X3

[loupy-mongoose]

I sent this ask before, but because I've suspected it might've been eaten by Tumblr and we've had new information since then, I'm sending it again (but this time with an updated theory)! Also ooop this got long. I guess that you're getting the Phlurrii treatment, an essay no one asked for, citing my sources, and colored links lol

A while ago, before or right as the arc with Mo-becoming-Randy and more specifics about the events after Lav's birth happened, I was figuring out the ask that gave Randy his Lunar Wing, and the scenes from his nightmares. The first one looks like it was just after the burning ceiling fell on Randy and Mo had protected himself from other debris. Okay, straight forward scene. The second one looks like it might be Akoya just after Lav is born. Again, straight forward. The last one, since we haven't seen it happen in a comic, really caught my attention, as you seed things out little by little. Lav is obviously a few years old at this point, and that looks like Akoya. Everything else seems to be directly from Randy's POV, which is fair, since they are his memories, and his nightmares.

So why is Akoya so angry at Randy, and standing between him and Lav?

Well, at the finale of the lab arc, I suspect something happened that we aren't specifically told.

What wakes up Akoya? The house she, Randy, and Lav have been living in could be close to the facility, and maybe she heard the explosion, but I'm going to suspect that she sensed Randy's body die, or maybe the transfer from Randy's memories to Mo had some kind of significant psychic signature to wake her up (though I'm personally choosing to believe that she felt Randy's body die, since her first words when waking up are "...Randy?" and, to Lav, "Something's... something's not right... We need to find Mr. Randy..." At least, I'll believe it until we get information to confirm/deny that).

So why is she mad when she sees Randy in Sinnoh?

She saw Mo leave the facility. She recognized him as Mo, not Randy, and if there was some odd mixture of them in Mo's body, there was something more important than Mo's psychic signature (if you use those). She had to find Randy. That was her first and foremost thought. And, in her POV text follow up, she can't sense him at all. Her face before she shoves Lav into Mo's arms in the finale tells us she is thinking that he died. And Mo left her, and took her child with him (we know he didn't really have a choice with the facility coming down), while she is grieving, with no way to know where they went.

(I was going to suspect that Akoya actually found Randy's body until I read her POV at the facility and was reminded that she did not in fact find anything)

So! She thinks Randy is dead, and could have been bitter toward Mo for the better part of the four years it took for her to find them again. But! For those same four years, Randy didn't know that he was a Mew transformed into his human self. I think that might make his reunion with Akoya when he finds out about that, and Akoya's yelling at him might have to do with Mo impersonating Randy. Randy's soul or not, I'd think that a Mew would have a very different signature than a human would.

I hope that made sense!

Oh gosh I got theory blasted! X3

First off, I want to say it's probably best to not assume Tumblr ate asks with me. I do have a strong tendency to either not answer, or start a draft preparing to answer and then get it buried in other drafts. I'm, uh... not the best at answering... ^^; (Although I don't believe I got anything of this magnitude from you.)

I remember you or someone else (probably you) asking about the dreams. I think I answered it, but I can't remember for sure.

It is correct that the first dream comes directly from the memory of the lab fire.

But the other two dreams come from fears that Randy had at the time of receiving the Lunar Wing, and aren't based on events that actually happened.

This, the second dream, is because Akoya was pregnant at the time. Randy feared the possibility of losing her, the child, or both.

And this, the third dream, is from a fear that Akoya and/or Lav would decide that he's not truly Randy and hate him for it. (His own perception of his identity isn't the only one he thinks about.)

As for what woke Akoya... You are correct. She sensed him die. But she was in denial about it until the POV you mentioned.

I won't confirm or deny anything regarding Sinnoh, but I like your thinking. :3

[tmntjester]

Who’s your favorite turtle and least favorite

I'd have to say my least favourite turtle is 1987 Leo, I love him, but good gods he needs to get a personality X3 I can thoroughly appreciate and respect his ability to be a leader that his brothers feel confident enough to follow with little to no question or push-back (I only remember 1 episode where his brothers said they didn't need Leo as a leader and thoroughly found the fuck out, lol) and he has episodes of growth and over-coming obstacles and fears, but at the end of the day, I swear that boy has the personality of a saltine. (With maybe some silly cheese on top cause he likes to make silly ass puns and jokes, lol)

I honestly don't feel like I can pick a favourite simply because I feel like every turtle has their very unique and individual qualities about them that I absolutely adore and appreciate, honestly I was struggling to figure out a least favourite turtle, too, hahahah, so I'm just gonna pick my favourites from each series (and it's gonna get a bit repetitive cause I'm a simple bitch with simple pleasures🥰)

1987: Michaelangelo: He was my favourite from the get-go, I've always admired his skills with his nun-chucks, his general demeanor and just how caring he is. I think my favourite parts are when someone genuinely pisses him off and shows that he knows his ninjistu and his weapon all too well and you really don't wanna fuck around and find out with him because of that. He's a sweet soul and while I think he's terrible with kids in the series is till think he's a got a very genuine and kind soul as he constantly tries to bring in animal companions and pets (and in one of the comic series during this time, it shows just how sensitive he is and all he wants is community, love, and understanding). I can relate to him on the level of indulgence in medias such as TV, music, etc. (As it is with all Mikey's of course) But I don't think I could ever match his love for pizza (I think only 2012 Mikey could genuinely compete 👀).

2003: Mikey: Now Mikey in this iteration really hits home for me simply because I was probably one of the most, if not, THE most annoying kid you could've come across and encountered in your entire life. I belive it's because of that I was not well-liked and was heavily bullied and, because of this, I felt an immediate kin-ship with Mikey and you can pull it from my cold, dead hands. I've later come to understand that the way his brothers (namely Raph) interacts with him is simply how they, as brothers, show their brotherhood/brotherly love..or something like that (I still don't quite get it, honestly) and because of that my ADHD and RSD go into overdrive everytime I see someone interacting (seemingly) negatively with him, it's almost like a punch in the gut, y'know? I think it's because of this, my love for him is pretty much solidified.

2012: Leonardo: Now this one was actually a bit of a surprise to me, I kept trying to think which one I genuinely liked between the four of them in the '12 vers. and I thought Mikey, but I just like his psychy, then I thought Raph, and yeah, he comes in at a close 2nd, but I think I more-so really like what his relationship with Mona brings out of him. But with Leonardo, his autistic ass has some of, if not, THE most personal growth and development among just about anyone in the '12 series to the point I was practically at the edge of my seat to see how he grew and developed as the show progressed. I never really thought I'd be this invested with any Leonardo, but even through a screen his leadership qualities permeate and make the viewer feel like they can do just about anything they set their mind, heart, and soul to because you get to see Leo struggle time and time again and still come out on top, he's not perfect by any means or lengths, but by the gods grace he's fuckin trying and I genuinely think that's why he's one of my favourite turtles.

(although I REALLY like future Raph in this series 👀✨️)

2018: Donatello: I honestly haven't finished rottmnt yet, I'm almost done with the first season and while I love them all and find leo in this vers. annoying as hell, I can still see his leadership qualities popping through even if he's not seated directly in the leadership position. Donatello, though, has little to no interest in being a leader and more so just looks to improve himself technologically-speaking, he's genuine in his self-expression, (and I swear to the gods I just love all the autistic/adhd bitches around here alright).

Thank you so much for asking, this was really fun to think about and try to put into words, my brain kinda goes a million miles a second sometimes and can be hard to keep up with and put onto paper(let alone verbal words, lol) but this was really enjoyable, thank you ^-^💖✨️

[cherry-dr0p]

♡ Ms. Lucine Cierva ♡

{ Survivor of the Metal Virus }

[ A Sonic OC introduction - mainly IDW comic based ]

Hey fellas! I remember promising that I'd introduce Lucine and talk a bit about her!! 👀

Lucine is genuinely one of my favourite OCs so I'm very excited to do so!

(Literally did this one yesterday tee hee)

Lucine is a deer mobian! She's an (unofficial) scientist who mainly focuses on the Chemistry field in terms of science fields, creating and partaking in many funky experiments working with chemicals and substances! However, that's not all she does. She also creates her own things too! Weapons, gadgets, technology, you name it. She loves to create things to aid her in her experiments, and even goals! One of her best inventions was her "Chem-bag" as she calls it (Other than her robot but we'll get to that one in a bit).

Now, who exactly is she? Well. Lucine is an aspiring villain who has had that dream since she was a young teen. She aspires to be like the villains she hears about in the media and sees around. Power, is what she wants. As all villains do, of course. However, she does have an idol she desires to work alongside. I'll get to that in a little bit too.

♡ With her skills in agility and combat (specifically with the weapons she creates on her own), she is one of the only mobians who haven't been infected from the metal virus. She managed to survive somehow, by keeping in secluded spaces and when outside, keeping far away from any means of the 'Zom-bots' by staying on top of rooftops.

♡ Lucine had a best friend called Buttercup who she was originally friends with since she was a little fawn mobian. Buttercup stuck by her through thick and thin until their teen years in which an event occurred, and long story short, he broke Lucine's trust. Buttercup has forever been a huge supporter of Dr. Eggman, and his dream has been to work in his team. Unlike Lucine, Buttercup doesnt know much about science. If anything at all. However, his main focus is building technology, weaponry and gadgets like Lucine does. He is far more skilled in this area than Lucine is, as he has done it his whole life whilst Lucine's main focus was and still is science.

♡ Lucine has a 'Chem-bag' in which she invented/created herself! It works in a way of plastic balls being kept in a seperate bag she carries (the little one attached to her skirt, thats basically her storing place). The (empty) plastic balls are placed inside the bag. The interface contains buttons of elements from the periodic table. From there, she enters in a combination to create certain reactions to help her in battle. However, they are kept in the plastic ball, and the reactions occur once the ball is thrown. Some of the reactions include hardening foam, blinding lights, smoke, etc. (These may not physically make sense or anything but shh).

Here was the previous design!! (Im thinking of keeping the star interface instead of the heart to be honest XP just would be a nice reference to the fact that she idolises Starline so much)

♡ As mentioned, Lucine has been a Starline admirer/fan since she was a young adult. Lucine has always had an interest for science, but Starline gave her a goal; to meet him and use her science skills to assist him in his deeds. Starline gave her a goal in life. But eventually, she grew a tiny bit obsessed with the platypus. Posters, designs of gadgets inspired by him, you name it. She even attempted to create an antidote for the metal virus so that she'd be noticed (Still deciding on whether to make her canonically succeed or not X3)! Unfortunately however, she would not get the chance to work alongside her idol, as he died before she got a chance for him to acknowledge her existence. This left Lucine devastated, with a struggle to figure out what her purpose now was. She spent so long with the goal of meeting and impressing Starline, that she hardly focused on any other goal.

♡ Her catchphrase has always been "Presentation is key", which alludes to her always making sure something is presented in a certain way. Her outfits are stylish, and her lab is under her cottage she lives in - hidden out of plain sight. But this even nails down to how she acts. Her "cute" appearance as a deer (mobian) leads no one to suspect she could do harm, which she could use to her advantage in some cases to get what she wants if the person is naive enough. So, the presentation goes from the way things look down to the way she acts.

♡ This helps her manipulate some mobians easy enough. She acts innocent, and it seems like she has no ill intentions towards you - even going as far as making it seems like she's trying to help you - but she does this to get exactly what she wants in a way that isnt obvious.

(Dont mind this old sketch, this is from a RP I did with this character ages ago u-u ... I used to RP lots, believe it or not. But anyways.)

This is Carrie (C.A.D officially)! Lucine's most prized creation! She called the 'Caretaker Assistance Device', in which she uses to assist her in whatever Lucine needs! Sometimes its organizing the lab, sometimes its helping with experiments, or sometimes its planning. Things like that! Carrie however, cannot fight. Lucine had programmed her to help, not battle. Despite this, Carrie has her own sentience kind of. She can speak on her own willingly and do things to her own accord. She is programmed in a certain way to help Lucine, but other than that, she pretty much kind of has her own will.

(I really gotta redraw Carrie T^T)

Im just gonna throw her old ref sheet here hehe... (just so you guys can get an idea of her colour palette, too. Her colour palette hasn't changed)

Believe it or not, she used to have smaller ears! Until I realised she doesnt look like a deer all that much and changed them.

Another invention of hers is also backpack wings; mechanical wings attached to a backpack! They help her fly,,, somewhat?? Its moreso for gliding around.

Truth be told she is also 3'6. Short motherfu- /j

To finish this off, heres some old drawings of her :p

Hope you all enjoyed reading through this :3 Lucine is one of my favourite OCs, and I very much enjoyed talking about her! I know I've thrown a bunch of info at yall hehe, sorgey TuT

Most likely will be drawing and talking about her in the future!!

[celemee]

Happy Friday x3 I'd love to see: I still remember how you taste for Dadwc, and maybe with m Lavellan/Solas if you are in the mood for it x3 Happy creating <3

Ohhhh yissss, I'm exactly in the mood for some Solavellan angst. Thanks for the prompt and happy Friday, Spicy! Here's my villain Inquisitor and Solas meeting in the Fade, the prompt is slightly modified.

Solas x M!Lavellan Rating M for violent imagery and war

for @dadrunkwriting

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“Mahanon.”

The voice stops him dead in his tracks. What was he even watching? A few quick blinks and the surroundings blur, leaving one person sharp and colourful in a sea of now-monochrome crowd. 

“Solas,” he breathes, and for once he can wrestle himself from the role of a spectator in his dreams. The frozen figures of his imagination implode into dust as he stalks through them, headed towards his love. 

Soon they stand close enough to touch, but… 

“It's been a long time, Solas,” Mahanon says, his fingers squeezing into a tight fist he pockets. Fighting the urge to hug Solas, or worse yet, kiss him. 

A sad smile curls on Solas' lips. “You've been waiting for me?”

“Of course,” Mahanon scoffs, though it's not anger. Not really. “I've waited my whole life for someone like you, and then you just…”

He throws his hands in the air. Even here, under the waxy black sky, he can't say it. 

“I still remember everything. Your touch. Your voice. Your taste.” Mahanon sighs, the oft-played memories flashing in his mind as he stares in Solas’ eyes. “How could you just… forget about me?” 

Mahanon notes the way he takes a half step back, how his brows furrow. 

With a flick of Solas’ hand, their surroundings shift from deep emptiness into a field of battle. Corpses lay on the ground, cries of desperation pierce the air. The stench of burning flesh closes in like claws, but Mahanon's attention shifts back to Solas. 

“What?”

Solas blinks a couple of times, his mouth turning downwards. He shakes his head, looks up to Mahanon. 

“Do you not see?” His hand draws an arc, gesturing at the burning field. “This is why I've had to forget about you. You and I, we do not stand for the same thing.”

Mahanon's hands flex at his sides. For once, he's silent, waiting for the inevitable blow. 

“You do this,” he points at a phantom clutching a grievous wound, “because you enjoy it. You cut through—” 

“I don't enjoy it!” Mahanon growls, teeth bared. “I have to! I have no choice!” 

Solas stays silent for a moment, a finger rising to his lips. Then, quietly, “Then what is your end goal?” 

Mahanon crosses his arms on his chest, closing his eyes. That's… a good question, one he's never quite found the answer to. 

There's one thing he knows for sure. “I'm lost without you.”

“You were already lost when you were with me.” Solas’ jaw tightens, his posture stiffening. “There's nothing I can do for you.”

Everything fades to black without a warning, and when Mahanon's eyes open, it's to stare at a ceiling he knows all too well. His castle, quickly falling back to disrepair. 

The fireplace is nothing but embers at this time of night, but he shelters by its fading warmth. Reports from the warfront already in his hands as he tries to shake the nightmare. 

To think of it as anything else would be unacceptable. 

[tiredassmage]

@viennen wanted oc bingo for Leo and Heleda!

Leo's up first :3 And he's got a bingo!

He's way more of a blast to have and work with than I ever would've expected at the start. I think when we started the group kiddos, I was fairly recently off my run of Oliver in the smuggler story and contemplating a re-run for him to get recordings I'd missed, so I'd been pretty satisfied with what I'd gotten out of the class story and then... Leo happened along and I... I just love him, your honor.

The class story isn't exactly make or break essential to him, but I don't think any other would've produced the exact results I've gotten; not to say that it wouldn't be fun to delve into what those differences would do for him. He's one of my blorbos I could see myself running another list of class aus for, at least in my head, just to see what it might do to him. x3

Gave him the punch credit for 'made specifically for a relationship' since he's got both his sibling dynamics with Liv and the family, and also the romantic ponderings I've done for him are 90% ocs, with my in-game pickings being more just a set dressing kind of thing for the playthrough deal.

So, then of the other half of the group-edition made blorbos, Heleda:

No bingo for her (F), so maybe I'll add that to the "I'm sorry" part for her, lol. Her "I'm sorry my child" punch is less... about her backstory as Leo's is and more that I just. don't. do enough with her. And I'm still not certain I'll ever quite figure out if I want to or what that will end up looking like.

If I do, I'll likely feel essentially that I'm starting from scratch because I had... a couple ideas at the metaphorical table for her, but I wasn't particularly satisfied with how they were coming together. But she's also up there with Maltaf in 'characters I think I made too smoking good-looking' to ever want to entirely dismiss. She's unfortunately just got really stiff competition as far as being a satisfying fit in the Warrior story for me because I love, love, love what I did with Savosta, and even he I don't spend a lot of play time with (or actually writing, even though I know more about him in my head than'll ever probably make it out lol), and I don't... want to get too repetitive between the two of them, otherwise it'd just feel a bit pointless and something of a disservice to them both, y'know?

[iheartchv]

🤎🐀Spring Fever: Splinter/Camilla👩🏻💖

🌻🌷JOYS OF SPRING🌷🌻-

-is this months challenge hosted by the lovelies:💖💖💖💖💖

@turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @leosgirl82 @post-apocalyptic-daydream

Prompt: 🌷“I’m new to all of this. Can you show me where to start?”

Characters: Splinter, Camilla, ( you can pick whichever Splinter you'd like c: )

Warnings: sweet/spicy but hopefully not graphic. Still, I'd recommend that you be 16+ Everyone in this story is older than 18 x3

One night, Splinter sent the boys out on patrol, like usual; either on T.V. or a police scanner he'd hear the troubles going on topside and tell his sons to go and save the people of New York. Well, this time, he and Camilla was having some... "alone time" together. It was hard to do that in the lair most of the time, and he couldn't risk being seen by his sons sneaking out to her apartment. Their relationship was somewhat a secret. Yeah, everyone knew they were together, but no one but the two knew what happened between them behind closed doors.

Splinter was nervous. He didn't know exactly how to please a woman. And he didn't want to hurt his precious flower. Spring, however, awakened something inside him, and having Camilla in every way was all that was on his mind. He wanted to become one with her and her with him. She wanted that, too.

“I’m new to all of this. Can you show me where to start?”

"Of course," she sweetly smiled and cupped the side of his face. "Just kiss me, and when you feel comfortable do whatever comes naturally." The worried look in his dark eyes melted her heart. "Don't worry, my love. I trust you. You would never hurt me."

The touch of her hand on his cheek filled his soul with a warmth he longed for. He smiled softly at her and cupped her blushed cheek in his hand. "How could I be so lucky to find a woman who's so compassionate and more beautiful than all creation itself?"

He pressed his mouth to hers, letting the warmth spread in his body. The blood pumped and flowed through his veins. He never felt so alive. Not even the thrill of fighting against his enemies, or even meditation, made him feel like this. A moan rumbled in his throat. He kissed her deeper with more passion, pouring out his heart to her, and she gave it back to him. His other hand slid down to her waist, holding her against him while her arms wrapped around his neck.

"You'll never know how much you affect me, my dear heart," Splinter said in between kisses. "You're my whole world. My everything. I want to be yours for all time."

Tears glittered in her blue green eyes. "I'm yours, Splinter, and you're mine." Her dream of having a family had come true: she had a loving partner, 4 wonderful sons, and 2 soon to be in-laws since April was seen as a sister figure to the turtles. She showed him how to touch her, how to make her feel good, also following his instinct and his fantasies.

"Oooooohhhh~ yes, keep doing that~" Camilla whimpered and begged when his hands ran all over her backside, her sides, stopping underneath her breasts. She still had clothes on but her body was on fire. His face then moved down to the side of her neck to kiss her soft flesh. She couldn't help but softly gasp as his fur tickled her sensitive skin, and moaned when he left open mouthed kisses.

Her hands moved up and down his chest as her mind started to become a little hazy. Her fingertips slid underneath his robes around his shoulders, then it was her hands. She loved feeling the fur through her fingers and feeling of his warm hard chest move as Splinter breathed.

"I-is this alright.. for me to...?"

Splinter gave a soft chuckle. "Tonight is all about you. If you wish for me to undo my robe, I'll do as you ask of me." He pulled the knot loose on his robe and it fell open, exposing his torso. He moaned and closed his eyes when her hands started exploring again. "Do you wish for me to disrobe you?"

Camilla shivered and gasped as the jolts of lightning hit her to the core. How she wanted him to touch her so badly! "Yes~ Please~"

He slowly slid her thin blouse down her shoulders, exposing them to leave kisses there before going back to her collar bone. Hearing her every intake of breath and every whimper and moan was music to his ears. He undone the front of her shirt and felt blood rush to his face. He had to take a moment to admire how beautiful she looked half naked... well, by the top half.

He undid her bra and let the clothing fall off her shoulders. The pink that tinted her pale skin, and her perked rosy nipples, was just stunning. "You're really beautiful, Camilla. It's such an honor that you'd let me see you in a vulnerable state." He held her rib cage and his thumbs rubbed underneath her breasts. He went down from her neck, her shoulder, and down to leave kisses above her chest.

She closed the few inches of distance between them and pressed herself into him. She felt her buds becoming sensitive against his chest. His arms pulled her into him, holding her there. His hands snaked down her bare back. His touches have been so gentle, so slow, loving.

"Splinter~~" she breathed, burying the side of her face in the crook of his neck. Desire bubbled in her belly and she couldnt help but rub her thighs together to ease the ache between her legs. She felt his arousal pressing into her stomach. She was starting to get very aroused. "I need you..." she whimpered as she slid her pants off and stepped out of them. She slid her panties off and stood before him fully naked.

"I need you just as much, my love." he said as he pressed his forehead against hers for a moment. He let his robe fall off of him and then sat on his bed. "Come, sit on my lap, Camilla, and I'll give you what we both desire." There was something about the way he said it that was just so seductive.

She straddled his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and started kissing him with a hunger that she shocked herself.

***

Mikey had snuck back in to get something he forgot. He knew Splinter told them to not come back until patrol was done but how was he going to keep himself entertained from long boring nights without his phone/music player. Before he could leave he heard noises coming from Splinter's room.

"Aaahhh~ Yes~" he heard Camilla moan.

Then he heard Splinter moan.

He got of there as quickly and quietly as possible. Should he tell the others, or suffer alone? ( he ended up telling his brothers after they questioned his silence )

* i had to cut this short but hopefully youll still like it *

[thefreakhouseband]

Welcome to the Freak House!

About Us

Audrey Arson

I'm the oldest of the band. I'm a bit of a self-proclaimed older sister to the others and I feel super protective of them. When I'm not making music with the band you can usually find me working on my comic or some other artistic pursuit. I'm a chronically exhausted college student. You can tell what songs I wrote by them having a more jazzy or melancholy tone to them or just being bat-shit off the walls insane. Some of my inspirations are MCR, Scene Queen, , Set It Off, and Demi Lovato (for some reason).

-Your resident garbage girl

Butchface

I’m that guy with the neon green hair in the blog’s pfp lol. pronouns are he/him, xe/xem/xyr, and it/its. I take a lot of influence from older punk rock and, surprisingly, country and folk music. my favorite bands are My Chemical Romance, Oingo Boingo, They Might Be Giants, The Cure, Talking Heads, Bikini Kill, Shilpa Ray, Black Sabbath, Rainbow, Iron Maiden, The Magnetic Fields, The Daniel Pemberton TV Orchestra, Lemon Demon, Man or Astro-Man, Radiohead (not in a pretentious way, I swear), Will Wood, Creedence Clearwater Revival… oh boy, there’s a lot. I like music! I tend to disappear at unpredictable intervals due to chronic pain/fatigue and parental restrictions, but I always come back. I like writing songs about things I’m passionate about, which is often personal, sometimes political, and every now and then a ballad about freaky-looking deep sea creatures. or weevils. I keep my dad’s old stenobook by my bedside to write lyrics in - he wrote lyrics for the Panama City punk bands he was in in 1990-ish in there, and I figured I could put it to good use again after all these years. he’s cool with it. see you around, and stay safe out there 🪲

Harley Homicide

I'm sassy, I'm trashy and (if you pay me enough) I'll let you put it in my ass-y. I'm the band's second oldest and the token British person. I use any pronouns, I literally don't care what you call me xx. My music taste is all over the place, having been raised by a metalhead and a former chav during a time where pop punk and emo were more mainstream. I'd say my biggest inspirations in terms of performing are Freddie Mercury and Ronnie James Dio. You'll be able to tell which songs are written by me because they're shit! I'm not much good at writing, but I'm great at partying like I'm Paris Hilton. When I'm not doing band stuff, you can find me shopping, watching/reading/playing anything DC comics related or just sorta... Staring into space. I don't do much, but I'm still your fave member fer sure! Thanks for visiting The Freakhouse! We hope you enjoy your stay!

Xoxo Harlz <3

Dart Darling

Hi I'm Dart, I'm genderfluid (any pronouns), and I'm from under the ground at your local graveyard! I'm one of the youngest, and that's super tragic because I'm an undead zombie who died from being too damn glamorous. My idol is Melissa Marie and i love the Millionaires. Also, my ghostly tendencies give me a lot of appreciation for the dramatic, and as well as all things scene and crunkcore I love theatre, cabaret, and steampunk. I've been producing music for about a year now so if the synths crunching, just know it was me, tapping away and not understanding what the equalizer does. I'm bringing you Dead Girl Couture 25/8, 366. Don't mind all the Sanrio merch around the Freakhouse, I started a cult for Hello Kitty! I mean church. You should definitely join us 😁

Til death do we party,

-Dart <3

GRACIEEEE

YOOO WASSUP!!! X3 My namez GRACE! (if you dont know me, pls call me Grace, not Gracie)

I'm gendersylphen (he/they/neos) and I'm a super cool alien with adhd from OUTER SPACEEEE! My fav colors are all of them except brown, my special interests are space and doraemon, and I LOVE SCENE SM! Crunkcore 4 LYFEEE! I wanna be an astronaut when I grow up! Also I'm the youngest here 💀💀💀💀💀 (btw im a minor so plz don't be a weirdo, tyyyy)

I'm mostly new to music and I'm SUPER excited!!! X) Ik this is gonna be rllyrlly fun!!! For me, my music stuff is gonna be super bouncy, upbeat, happy, optimistic, full of rhymes, so tht's when yk smth's by me! My fav bands/artists are Amy Can Flyy, Green Day, Nikasaur, 4*Town (4townie 4 eva!!! Aaron T is best boy) and a LOT of other stuff.

When I'm not with tha band, you can find me playing with my sibs (including my dog), doing stuff with my homiez, reading/watching Doraemon or abt space, or doing idk whatever bc I do alot. XP

So ye! Thts a bit abt me! Tysm for reading abt us, may God bless u, follow ur dreams, and have a super duper fun day! 😄

[medu-nefer]

Can I know what pattern you used to made the little runaan and ethari

sure thing! (patterns under the cut)

disclaimer: I don't have patterns for Runaan's clothes, just pointers, because I was winging it at that point x_x

EDIT: if anyone wants to try to make these and struggles at some point (or needs those additional patterns), feel free to just reach out to me and I'll do what I can to help. Don't worry, you won't be overstepping at all and I'll more than gladly help a fellow TDP fan!

okay, so for the BODIES I used a pattern from a book called "Crochet Cute Dolls With Mix-and-Match Outfits" by Miya:

it's a purchasable book so I'd rather not share it publicly 👀

I'm sharing my own patterns below:

EARS

Sc 4 in a magic ring (4). Slst into the first st and ch 1.

Sc in each st (4). Slst and ch 1.

Sc, inc 2, sc (6). Slst and ch 1.

Sc in each st (6). Slst and ch 1.

Sc 2, inc 2, sc 2 (8). Slst and ch 1.

Sc in each st (8). Slst and ch 1.

Sc 3, inc 2, sc 3 (10). Slst and ch 1.

Sc in each st (10). Slst and ch 1.

Sc 3, dec 2, sc 3 (8). Slst and ch 1.

Fold the ear in half and sc 4 the two sides together (4). Fasten off, leaving a long tail for sewing.

HORNS

Using 2,5 mm hook size: sc 4 in a magic ring (4). Slst & ch 1.

Sc in each st (4). Slst & ch 1.

Sc, inc 2, sc (6). Slst & ch 1.

Sc in each st (6). Slst & ch 1.

Sc, inc 2, sc, dec (7). Slst & ch 1.

Switching to 3,0 mm hook size: sc, inc 2, sc, dec, sc (8). Slst & ch 1.

Sc, inc 2, sc, dec 2 (8). Slst & ch 1.

Sc in each st (8). Slst & ch 1.

Dec, sc, inc 2, sc, dec (8). Slst & ch 1.

Dec, inc 3, sc, dec (9). Slst & ch 1.

Sc 2, (in hdc: inc, sc, inc, sc, inc), dec (11). Slst & ch 1.

Switching 3,5 mm hook size: sc 2, (dec, sc) x3 (8). Slst & ch 1.

Slst 3, sc 5 (8). Fasten off, leaving a long tail for sewing the horn onto the head.

I also used a little bit of wire to help accentuate the curvature of the horns. I did play with increases and decreases in the pattern so they do curve on their own but I thought the wire might be a nice failsafe.

Here are patterns for all of ETHARI'S CLOTHES:

It was my first time making patterns and I was in a bit of a rush to finish him before his birthday so they're not perfect, but if you ever need help with them, just hmu, we'll figure it out.

I first made his boots and then his pants in order to make sure I didn't mess up the length. Then the crop top and finally the belt to fill the space in between. Now I'm thinking that perhaps removing one row of single crochets from the crop top and adding it to the belt might give him a look more accurate to his original design but I think the way I did it he also turned out okay so it's just an option.

There are clasps at the back of his crop top and belt, and on Runaan's vest. The flap is sewn onto the belt but if you want it to be removable, just add more rows in purple and stuff it in between the belt and the doll while closing the clasp.

Unfortunately, for RUNAAN'S CLOTHES, the notes were a mess and I don't really have anything. They're similar to Ethari's with slight changes:

his pants don't have the increases, they're just sc for ~7 or 8 rows, then joining and continuing just like with Ethari's (also hmu if you need a diagram showing how to join the pant legs);

his boots are the same as Ethari's up to row 12, in row 13 I did bigger stitches in the middle - go from sc to hdc, then dc, back to hdc and continue with sc (if you want that part to be higher, go sc, hdc, dc, tc, dc, hdc, sc); then for row 14 change colour to brown and slst around;

his vest is a foundation chain of the desired length (I think I did about 36 but it ended up being a bit too loose - it all depends on your own doll's size), then 4 rows of dc - but in the 3rd row I did 2 dc-2-tog (about 8-9 sts from both edges, right below the arms holes, 1 per arm hole), then in row 5 I did ~8 dc, then ch 4/5, skip 3/4 (arm hole), dc 8, ch 4/5, skip 4/5 and dc in each st until the end of the row. Join yarn at the edge of the arm hole and ch ~8 and slst into the other corner for the double strap. (I have a similar diagram to show more or less what's going on)

PENDANTS

In purple, sc 6 in a magic ring, but while doing the 6th, do an invisible colour change to gray (6).

Slst around (6). Slst into the first st and fasten off, weave in the ends.

Then, join yellow yarn in that last slst and ch 12 (add or remove chains to get the desired length) and fasten off but leave a long tail end to tie it at the back. Repeat the same process in the same slst. Then, you can tie the ends at the back, make knots and trim.

HORN CUFFS

Ch 14. Slst into the first ch, ch 1.

Sc 14 (14). Slst into the first st and ch 1. Flip so you work normally.

Sc 3, dec, sc 4, dec, sc 3 (12). Slst and ch 1.

Sc in each st (12). Slst and ch 1.

Sc 4, hdc, dc 2, hdc, sc 4 (12). Slst and ch 1.

Slst around (12). Fasten off and weave in the ends. For Ethari's cuffs, make a few vertical sts in turquoise somewhere in the middle at the front for the gems (wrap the yarn vertically a few times around a stitch).

HORN TIPS (ETHARI)

Sc 5 in a magic ring (5). Slst into the first st and ch 1.

Sc in each st (5). Slst and ch 1.

Inc, sc 2, inc, sc (7). Slst and ch 1.

Sc in each st (7). Slst. Fasten off and weave in the ends. You might have to stretch it out with something like a pen tip to make sure they fit.

[deltachapel]

MEET THE TEAM + ASK THE CAST!

Hi there. My name's SolidMetagross, but you can call me Vic. I'm the project manager for Deltarune: The Chapel, and since I'm pretty active on my main account, @trans-pan-clown, I figured I'd make a sideblog for this project.

So, what is Deltarune: The Chapel? I'm glad you (probably haven't) asked! Deltarune: The Chapel is a fan project for a hypothetical Deltarune Chapter 4, building off of Deltarune: The Metropolis's established story and characters. The main story takes place in Hometown's church's Dark World, and the Lightners that appear are Kris, Susie, Father Alvin, Catti, and Jockington. Anyways, let's meet the team! Our Awesomely Talented Current Team (and what they do): SolidMetagross: (Me) Project Manager, Writer, Voice Actor and Composer. (They/Them) SnakeoilSalesman: Sketch/Digital Artist, Character Designer and Writer. (He/Him) Sensationally Average: (Or S.A. for short) Sprite/Sketch Artist, Character Designer, and Voice Actor. (He/Him) Astromity: Digital Artist (She/They) Shine: Composer (He/Him) (Don't worry, everyone on the team is valued and appreciated evenly! X3 ) Retired Team Members (and what they did): Bananimates: Digital Artist (She/They) Anyways... now what you've been waiting for. You get to ask our cast things!! Each cast member will have a corresponding emoji, which I will show below, and make sure to mention who the ask is for. We do have a few rules, though. -No NSFW asks -No controversial topics -No mentioning meta information (other than with Gustatl, he knows some) Character Emojis: 🕎 - Bishop 🕯️ - Friar 🪨 - Basaltus 🌪️ - Gustatl 🐈 - Catti 🐍 - Jockington 🐢 - Father Alvin 🧣 - Ralsei 🐉 - Susie 🔪 - Kris That's all for our pinned post! I hope you enjoy our content, and have a great day!!

[grizzly-tedi]

I Suppose I Should Introduce Myself, Yeah?

Hello my dears! Thank you for stopping in! I'm a bit of a newer blog and am hoping to begin my journey as a content creator in the future, so I figured it would be good and fun to get some info/trivia out there so you all can get to know me a little bit better! ^w^

Name: Grizzly-Tedi! (but you can just call me Tedi) X3

Pronouns: He/Him!

Sexuality: I consider myself Demisexual, but if I were to find that someone that could capture my heart and make it theirs, I'd have no preference in terms of gender! Everyone is beautiful to me regardless of gender! ^w^

Birthday: November 16th! It's almost here! 0w0;;

Age: Over 21! Not going to share any more than that ;)

Favorite Food: Pumpkin Pie!

Favorite Drink: Tea! Doesn't matter what kind. Tea is tea! When it comes to caffeine, however, I CAN be partial to Gamer Supps if I want to mix things up a bit! -w-

Favorite Season: Autumn! Followed closely by Winter.

Spiritual Practice/Religion (If Any): I'm an Eclectic Pagan, so while I DO celebrate holidays like Christmas and Easter with my family, I also observe Pagan holidays that correlate with the seasons and also engage in some spiritual practices that would be considered witchcraft by some. No disrespect to anyone who doesn't follow the same spirituality or religion as me whatsoever! Whatever you celebrate and however you practice your spirituality, even if you don't practice it in the slightest, I wish you nothing but good fortune and happiness! (if you ever have any questions about my traditions, holidays, and practices, feel free to let me know! I'm always happy to answer! ^w^)

Favorite Holiday: Yule! (also known as the Winter Solstice or the celebration of the first day of winter)

Hobbies: Playing video games, watching anime, reading, cooking, playing DnD, tarot reading, karaoke, acting, writing, listening to music, learning Japanese, and napping VwV

Favorite Animal: I have many favorites, but bears are definitely up there...if that wasn't obvious ^^;

Favorite Video Game: Undertale! It has a special place in my heart as one of the best gaming experiences I've ever had QwQ

Favorite Color: Yellow!

Favorite Anime: Probably either Fruits Basket or Sasaki & Miyano! I have many favorites that come and go, but these two remain comfort shows for me.

Favorite Cartoon: I cycle through favorites much like I do with anime, but Over The Garden Wall and The Owl House are tied for first at the moment!

Favorite Movie: Kiki's Delivery Service! Always gives me a little serotonin boost when I'm feeling down. :')

Favorite Book: The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho

Favorite Music Artist/Band: I've found myself listening to a wide range of artists and bands; the top ones being Poor Man's Poison, Yoasobi, Cavetown, and Fish In A Birdcage. Not to mention all the Showtunes! XD

The Kind Of Content I Hope To Create: Gameplay and ASMR acting! While I may experiment with other things as well, these are the two main things I want to do.

Alright, before I go, I'm just going to make a quick PSA here so you know what to expect in my little corner of the internet!

I advise that anyone under the age of 18 not interact with my content. While I DO try to keep things wholesome and chill, I AM an adult and at times I WILL use adult language or engage with media not appropriate for children.

Any bigotry of any sort will not be tolerated. Whether it be about race, religion, nationality, gender identity, sexuality, or anything of the sort, that sort of behavior will not be tolerated and will be handled accordingly if I see it here.

I am involved in many fandom spaces and love many pieces of media, so my posts will appear to be all over the place. If there is a piece of media you don't like, I WILL be tagging accordingly so you can avoid posts about it if you so choose.

Don't be afraid to approach if you want to have a conversation! I'm always happy to chat! ^w^

With that, I believe that's it! I hope that we can have a nice, chill time together in this little corner of the internet so we can all hopefully have a break from how chaotic real life can be. So let's try and be kind to each other and have a nice time, okay?

I hope you enjoy your stay and stay tuned for any content I create in the future!

Wishing you well my dears! Take care!

~ Tedi

[deliverusfromevillll]

A Sticky Situation [Mammon/F!Reader] [Prologue]

❝ It's about time we get some fuckin' cunt worth her tits in this place. ❞

warnings ⨾ blood, violence, swearing, arachnophobia (the irony x3), minor character death, loss and grieving, angst, unresolved angst, OCs used, fire, reader has ptsd, mentions and descriptions of war, no beta we die like adam

terms ⨾ ❝ Drakon ❞ the Latin word meaning "dragon."

notes  ⨾ Since I had like 10k words from a bunch of drafts + the 7k I'd cut from the first chapter I decided to use some of it to create a prologue to hopefully tie up some loose ends for y'all. Not to mention some of the people from AO3 asking for another part. Hope you enjoy! If you would like to be part of the process in between me brainstorming and posting ( as I am currently looking for beta readers ) and/or generally would like to see WIPs feel free to join my discord ( NgT88bybyY ).

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As always minors DNI.| 6.8K words

What is a knight left with when she retires?

An honored title with trauma. That's what. One she agreed to, ignorantly, and learned to accept as there wasn't much of an option behind it to start off with anyway.

She believed it a waste to let her emotions consume her over something she cannot change.

It's how she coped with it.

Not that it was healthy by any means but there was a level of solace found in just being matter of fact about it. Acting indifferently.

What was done, was done, and that was that.

That was honestly to be expected after everything.

The agreement to give your life in exchange to potentially save others regardless of how they treated her prior, during, or then. It was a heavy thought to carry, and even heavier on her shoulders.

Literally.

The medallion glimmered in reflection to the moonlight. Its representation was nothing more than a bitter reminder, a band-aid, an apology.

"I take it you aren't enjoying your celebration."

She swallows dryly, unmoving, as her slumped figure continues to look aimlessly at the starry sky. An elbow resting on the balcony as the other half hug off it. There's no response.

Small taps erase the ambiance as talons move to come closer.

"I'd understand, I wish I could... Lord I wish I could make this easier on you somehow."

The owl manages a brief glance from her as he studies her expression. His hands lay rest as well on the railing of the balcony, standing tall with gaze pointed in the same direction as hers towards the sky.

"I thought you wouldn't notice me missing to be honest."

"Ah, darling, don't say that." The owl retorts. "It'd be impossible not to. You're Hell's grand valiant hero after all." He teased.

[F/n] rolls her eyes.

They remain this way for a moment.

A cold, gentle, breeze runs through them. It was somber but not awkward. Dozens of thoughts running through both their minds. There are some things she wished to say, but could not find the courage to outright say it.

"Jerevicius." She sighed.

The owl hums in response.

"My people. They're..."

"I know darling, I'm sorry." He inched closer, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I saw them, all of them. My students, friends, even the people who I thought were untouchable— they just fucking died. And everyone moved on like they didn't exist."

[F/n] looks over at the owl, tears welling in the corners of her eyes as she recounted the memories that plagued her mind like a horror scene.

Her figure trembled before him, unable to mask her frown with her cracking voice.

"They weren't even worth a goddamn grave! Not a hole in the fucking DIRT!"

She grasps the golden token that hung at her neck, tearing the ribbon off as if it seared her skin like a virus.

[F/n] launches it off the balcony.

"And all Paimon could do for us was give us his fucking POCKET CHAAANGE?!"

Jerevicius watches as the medallion falls into the large fountain before his abode. Water splashing powerfully then calming quickly as it was washed away to resumed its prior current.

A loud sob follows.

She crashed down to her knees, whimpering various of names. Those who'd perish in the war. Forgotten so unfairly and left behind with nothing to even remember or honor them by.

Jerevicius kneeled, scooping [F/n] onto his chest. He hugged her as she cried into his white dress shirt, taking a fistful of the fabric.

The owl frowned sympathetically, feeling rather helpless in the situation.

There was nothing he could really do or say to make any of it better. He knew it was unfair and cursed Paimon under his breath as he did nothing but cowardly hide away in his quarters during the heat of war.

He didn't know how to break the news to her after meeting with the other Ars Goetias to assess the full extent of the damage just days prior. It was just so bleak.

Drakons were left considered endangered. It was agreed upon to forcefully retire what remained of them so that they may repopulate.

The survivors would be used to pass on their battle knowledge and teach the next generation of soldiers to come, which would likely be imps considering their surplus, but as of now no one was in any rush to do much of anything.

Jerevicius looks down at her, petting her hair before folding an arm at the bend of her legs to cradle her into his chest. He stands. [F/n] draped her wings over her body like a blanket, tail coiling around the wrist that supported her to his feathered image.

"I have something to show you dear."

His shadow rises from the ground and swallows them: leaving nothing but a teal colored feather behind privy to where he stood. When they were spat back out the cool air from before was no longer there, replaced with the warmth of his corridors.

"I was going to show this to you later on since it isn't finished right now but, well, now is a good time as any."

He gives her leg a reassuring squeeze.

[F/n] hesitantly lets go of his shirt to look at what he was gesturing towards.

There were carved faces of stone atop of pillars that surrounded the entire room: dozens of paintings on the walls with a large statue residing in the center.

True to his words the room was unfinished, but the general idea was there.

She recognized the faces. All of them.

[F/n] slinked out of his grasp to take a closer look at what was done.

"I know this won't fix everything, but I do hope it's a step in the right direction."

The Drakon studies each of the faces, remembering the characters behind all.

The cheerful, hopeful, intelligent, cynical, loyal, funny, sweet, cold, cunning; experienced and inexperienced; the young and the old. Taken by monsters who'd never even knew them.

All the owners of these various features, gone, a wisp in the wind. But not forgotten.

[F/n] looks over at the owl with newfound tears glossing over her eyes. He smiled sadly, looking over at the statue.

"I intend on giving access to what remains of your race to this place once it's done. I do hope the statue is to your fancy darling."

There sat tall a dragon with its head down, wings extended, as one of its claws rested atop an exorcist mask.

She recognized it as her morphed self through watery vision.

"I-I don't even know what to say."

"There isn't much to say, really."

Her eyes retreat back towards the art. She drags the fabric of her sleeve over her eyes with a sniffle. The owl walks over, removing the long feathery scarf from his neck to plop it around hers.

"I'll leave you to mourn in peace, we will talk in the morning."

Jerevicius glances at the time on his silver pocket watch before stuffing it back into his dress pants. He pauses for a moment to see if she held a final comment, turning away and disappearing back into his shadow when he was met with nothing.

He appears back in the ballroom, a sigh leaving his mouth.

The passive idle chatter meet his ears, a cup of wine making way in between his fingers as a butler imp strolls by. Jerevicius struts forward swishing the drink in its container.

"By the look of your face I guess it didn't go so well, did it?"

"She is, ah... It's... Complicated."

Stolas meets him halfway, head tilted with his tail feathers just barely hovering over the ground.

"I just don't know how to break the news, I don't think she has any fight left. I-I don't wanna make it worse."

Stolas hooks an arm around Jerevicius' shoulders, pulling him further from the crowd of birds. His eyes skim over the attendees. They stop at a quiet corner.

"Perhaps you won't need to."

"What do you mean?"

"There's a loophole in the rule."

"What?"

"My father— he worded the script quite terribly. It's only a draft so I'd have to check again later when it's posted, but yes."

"No shit?"

"My father is too ego driven to have people look over his work in progresses. I can't promise for certainty but I will say it's possible."

"So... Why are we here again?"

"Because you're good with security, plus I'm sure you'd rather be elsewhere than continue working for Paimon."

[F/n] groans at the name, arms crossed.

"I pulled a lot of favors to do this for you, y'know. You can't ever say I don't care about your temperamental ass."

The owl looks down at her, readjusting the suspenders over his shoulder as he does his best to make himself look less like a mess.

[F/n] chuckles. "The thought never even crossed my mind once."

Jerevicius shuffles to [F/n], kneeling before her as he pulled out the wrinkles as best he could on her attire, fixing what he thought was even incrementally out of place. Her tail wags behind her confidentially, arms spread slightly to make it easier for him.

"You need to listen to me, okay? Mammon isn't pleasant to be around or even work for but as long as you just remain quiet and in the background you won't have to worry about that asshole. Swear it to me you'll do your best to be a ghost." He explained.

The teal bird glances nervously over at the large sigil glowing at the gate.

"I survived war; I can survive this."

"You're now seen a descendant of royalty. You're a Drakon, as well as a knight at that. This is different." He'd retort.

"You'll stick out like a sore thumb. People will come up to you. Don't answer questions you don't need to and try to stay clear of the big guy himself when he throws his hourly bitch fit. Avoid Mammon at all costs. You are just a security guard and security guards don't talk."

The owl fishes for something in his pockets, pulling out a brooch. It was a tiny aquamarine crested in silver that took shape of a spider. He clips it hastily on her collared shirt.

"I can't be there or watch over you if this goes wrong, okay. There's a trigger under the stone that will alert me you need help I swear I'll come as fast as I p—"

"Jere you're acting like an overprotective parent. Just trust me to handle myself, okay?"

He sighed, standing. There was no doubt in his mind she'd be able to manage: but it was never those you trusted you had to worry about, it was the others.

Jerevicius runs a hand through the feathers at his head then does his best to muster up a smile appropriately for her.

"You're right, drat, I'm sorry."

Their attention snaps as the sound of shattering glass rings loudly followed by a deafening yell. An imp was flung out a third-story window, flailing helplessly as he stamped onto the ground with an ugly splat.

They both quickly glanced at each other than back at the twitching imp. There's no way it lived.

"I think that's my sign to go inside."

Jerevicius' stare returns. "It's not too late to change your mind!"

"Totally leaving now dude." [F/n] pushes open the gate slightly, watching the sigil glow vibrantly as it was touched before dulling. The gate shuts behind her creaking slightly.

"I'll talk to you again when I'm situated!"

[F/n] shares a final passing glance accompanied with a short wave towards her now ex prince.

The owl grits his beak, watching her silhouette leave his side to follow the stairs leading to the front entrance. He returns her wave despite her not seeing it.

"Hope you know what you're doing..."

Another sigh escapes his throat, bowing just for a second as he vanished into a lot of shadowy feathers.

[F/n] attempts to push the doors open only for them not to budge.

A sensor goes off and a staticky beep erupts from an intercom in the wall she had missed. "State your name and business." It cracks.

"[F/n] [L/n] and I work h—"

The door scoots open, female imp grasping her arm with a firm tug inside. It catches her off-guard for no more than a millisecond, deciding to go along with it instead of protesting. The girl pressed the door shut using most of her bodyweight, panting.

"Kn-Knight [L/n]! Oh sweet Lucifer— I'm so glad I didn't miss you. M-Mammon would've really killed me this time."

She smiled, a bead of sweat running down the side of her forehead.

The dragon looked down and up at the imp, then doubletakes.

They were semi deshelled, stray strands of their black hair going in opposing directions with her shirt twisted out of place. He legs wobbled, knees bucking. The imp bows clutching a clipboard to their chest, quickly forcing a nervous laugh.

"I-I'm Amara! It's so nice to meet you." She extends a hand.

[F/n] raises a brow.

She shakes her hand. "You look like a mess."

"Oh man tell me about it! I've been hauling ass all day, now come. Allow me the honors of showing you around! I was instructed to give you a rundown."

The imp grins sheepishly.

[F/n] skims the entrance. It looked similar to that of an office building. There was a front desk with two sharks behind the reception looking bored mindlessly clicking at their keyboards.

They visibly tense as the dragon tracks by them with the imp.

It didn't go unnoticed. [F/n] folded her wings tightly against her back to seem smaller than she was.

The imp word vomits at her as she pulls out a keycard to swipe through a scanner. A chime of acknowledgement dings, elevator opening. She taps a button going on with her speech.

It felt like forever mindlessly walking. 

Room to room, endless corridors with passing employees shooting curious gazes their way. Some making effort to mask it respectfully while others did not.

She felt like an animal following silently. Unable to do anything other than observe with the occasional short comment when her imp guide asked a question. [F/n] wondered how the someone could have so many things to say about virtually nothing.

Gibberish.

A whole lot of gibberish.

Some of the things said were painfully obvious pointers: how the lunch room was meant for eating and how the janitor's closet had stuff to clean. It was apparent she'd lack a certain level of social skill.

[F/n] had tuned her out. She gave hum from time to time as to not hurt the imp's feelings.

She couldn't help but get the impression this "tour" idea was more of a case to show off. It wasn't anything foreign to her, the Ars Goetias had abodes similar to this. Only difference was the occasional unkept spider web and a whole lot more green. 

Not a single hint of what she would be doing or where to patrol.

They track through a warehouse. Clown merchandise flies through tracks as automated factory machines assemble bits and pieces of the goods. There were few workers, roaming, transporting boxes.

"Oh, here!" Amara had scribbled something down on the sheet hoisted in her clipboard.

"I totally got side tracked! But Mammon wants you to guard the merchandise tucks since local gangs get a little too ballsy and have a crack at stealing the entire shipments sometimes."

[F/n] blinks back into reality. It was astonishing to hear.

"Were any of them ever... Successful?"

"Plenty of times actually, it's really common. The last guard let in a group of thugs and they all hightailed it out with five separate semi-trucks. I can't even begin to describe how pissed Mammon was... Haha."

The dragon blinks again.

Were demons really desperate enough to steal from the literal kings of sin themselves? Granted it seemed like a handful of them at the very least succeeded so maybe the idea of it wasn't so stupid.

"Oh man, there they go again."

Some of the men transporting boxes shout warnings at each other, dropping various items before scurrying off.

"Thief! Thieves!"

A few feet between them in distance were no more than three imps in masks. Knives drawn. They split apart when loading themselves into one of the open trailers, one imp swinging the back of the trunk shut with himself inside as the other two hopped in the front.

Slamming the gas, the vehicle revs preliminary to it racing off.

Amara grabbed [F/n]'s wrist, trying to yank her to safety.

"W-We need to sound the alarm! Get security!"

The dragon doesn't budge.

"Isn't this my job."

Amara's sight meet hers, lips parted to make a protest at her. The cogs in her brain spin making her pause. 

Her face runs red in embarrassment.

Wordlessly her hand falls back at her side.

An overwhelming gust of wind nearly knocks her off her feet as [F/n] takes off after runaway thugs. Amara held her shirt down, squeezing her lids shut to prevent debris from getting into her eyes.

She swiftly peeks in the direction she zipped in, awe leaving her tongue as the dragon's profile rips through the air.

A blaring alarm comes from the building behind her, taking her immediate surveillance, vision clouded by a large green cloud.

The chime of coins and bells bellows a huge pit in her stomach.

[F/n] surveys the roads, following the obvious tire marks that were brunt into the street at any twist or turn. Inevitably she spots the speeding truck. She dives towards it, bracing herself, breaking into a roll atop the cargo box.

Her fingers dig into the metal, tail and wings swishing to balance themselves.

Using her claws she hikes as close to the frontend of the vehicle, growling in displeasure. The thieves seem none the wiser as the man in the passenger seat celebrates with a beer.

Short lived, however.

The windshield shatters, snatched by his hair, he's torn from his spot above and out of sight.

"SHIT—!" The driver swerves in a panic and completely loses control, arms coming over his eyes. He clutches the knife with a death grip letting the trailer crash into a lamp post.

He's hit with an airbag on impact.

His blade tears through it, trembling in his attempt to kick the door open. It was a struggle, but he eventually gets it, letting out a very short "ha" in relief. The imp stumbled out of his seat.

That too was short lived.

[F/n] wrapped his tail around her fingers pulling him above the totaled truck. The imp takes his opportunity to jam the blade into her hand, grinning manically at the swing.

The point snapped off clean when he jammed it into her scales.

What little hope he had of escaping left was diminished. His body ragdolls being tied up with his own tail, bandana ripped from his head. She forced his mouth open, practically stuffing the fabric uncomfortably deep in his throat only stopping when the imp gagged.

[F/n] slid him towards the other two who were all given the same treatment.

"Ugh fuck, this is gonna suck... C'mon [F/n], gotta make a good first impression." She grumbles, dragging all three to the open cargo box before swinging them inside through their muffled protests and squirming. The exit slams on them, safety lock clicking.

Her figure snakes back towards the center point, knuckles cracking, sinking them deep enough till the metal tore through giving her enough of a grip to attempt to take off with the box full of supplies.

"YOU'RE ALL FIRED! ALL YOU W̷O̵R̴T̶H̸L̵E̵S̶S̶ CUNTS GET THE FUCK OUT!!!"

Mammon smashed his fist into the wall, caving it, snarling. He'd effectively treated his subordinates like punching bags. Those who weren't lucky enough to escape were injured on the ground about.

Amara, wind sucked out of her, cringed trying to breathe again. Something was probably broken. 

Helplessly clutching her stomach she looked up at the sky. Despite the screaming and roaring from the spider as he attacked the others she found piece in simply looking at the green sky. 

Her vision blurred, yet still able to make out the image of passing clouds.

Was that a cloud? Pollution? 

It's getting awful close.

The wind grows louder.

Mammon growled in the direction of the sound, spider eyes squinting then widening. He flung the imp in his hold carelessly behind him while scurrying towards the figure.

[F/n] eagerly rushed to set down the massive box she'd somehow carried over. It falls with a clank. She sucked in a breath of air, swiping the wetness on her forehead. 

[F/n] steps towards Mammon, looking down at him.

His expression is unreadable.

The spider teleports closer, shoving the damn thing open to see everything still inside: alongside those pesky thieves.

A massive grin runs across his lips.

"It's about time we get some fuckin' cunt worth her tits in this place."

"Parameter is seriously compromised. There's multiple holes in the fence being used to sneak in— that's where your thug problem is coming from."

[F/n] paces. The dragon swished her tail.

"I also found a severed wire following your outdoor alarm, it won't sound till it's fixed. That's all I discovered."

Mammon grumbled something to himself mostly, eyelid twitching irritably.

He's jotting something down, stamping the note at the bottom before slamming his fist on a buzzer. A robot bursts into the room, trotting over towards his desk as Mammon shoves the sheet into its arms.

It u-turns and scampers out.

"Great. Ya' can get the fuck out too."

"I'm sorry?"

"I said ya' can get the fuck O̸̩͆U̷͑ͅŤ̷̟!"

[F/n] hissed as she was thrown out the room, doors slamming behind her. She crashed into a vase, shattering it upon impact. That's not all though, the spider web behind it tangled into her hair and wings.

Her claws rasp against the tile floor creating a horrid noise. Her teeth gritting in anger. He'd gotten the jump on her because she wasn't expecting him to escalate so quickly.

She's about to lunge back into his office up until a voice calls her name.

"Knight [L/n]!"

"Amara?!"

The imp rushes over as fast as she could in crutches, leaning over carefully to offer her a hand. She reluctantly accepts, making sure to not pull her at all otherwise she'd topple over.

"Gosh a-are you okay? That looked like it hurt."

And it was, leaving her with nothing but a slightly bruised ego.

"Trust me, the exorcists knocked me around harder than this piece of shit ever could."

The imp wryly looks at the door, shaking her head vigorously. She'd shush her, taking a few steps down the hallway. Amara looked over her shoulder and nodded at the dragon to follow, who with even more hesitation did.

"Not so loud, please, he might hear you and try something worse."

"He won't be able to pull that stunt on me twice."

[F/n] yawns, stretching her wings hazily. Her expression eases into a reassuring smile. The imp frowns, eyebrows knitted together. Unconvinced.

The pair stroll away from his office. The atmosphere is quiet apart from the low rattle coming from her tail whenever it'd graze the ground. Both were exhausted in their own way, rightfully so after the day they've had.

[E/c] eyes dart at the multiple pieces of artwork expanding the halls of Mammon doing various things. There was a common element in every painting, money, the spider himself looking triumphant in every photo.

The elevator dings, and the last thing she spotted was a painted caricature of a buffer looking Mammon flexing his bags. A twinge of second hand embarrassment rises to her cheeks, doing a full body eyeroll stepping into the elevator.

"I-I mean this respectfully but you don't know him like we do." Amara whispered.

[F/n] scoffs. "I've seen enough to know he has a log up his ass."

"He isn't bad if you avoid him."

"He's a fucking idiot that's what he is. I mean, seriously, why would he use trailers to transport goods when most of the greed ring is infested with rats—"

"Knight [L/n]."

"Boeings would be better efficiency wise, safe too, the gas for it is cheaper and they can carry way more cargo than those pathetic ass trucks."

"Knight [L/n], please." The elevator doors open, Amara tracking beside her with anxiety riddled in her skin.

"A majority of the greed ring are hobos with nothing to lose, at best they have shanks. They can't damage what they can't get ahold of, right? Even if the odd one out has a gun those Boeings aren't gonna go down to a fucking clip."

They both stop, [F/n] turning towards the imp with crossed arms. "How could this guy call himself a business man but do stupid shit like this?"

Amara sighs.

She opens a door revealing a bedroom.

"Listen this...Is where Mammon wants you to stay."

[F/n] flinched as if a sheet were dragged over her face. Eyebrows raised looking between the imp and the open room. Staying in his manor wasn't mentioned to her at all till now.

"Are you fucking me? In this dingy thing?"

[F/n] entered, eyeballing the mattress on the ground. There was a closet nearby and a bathroom connected to the room. There were untouched spiderwebs in most corners of the room.

"Mammon generously instructed me to provide you with the most comfortable room in the employee quarters."

"We have different definitions of comfortable."

Amara slowly nudges the door seeming rather apologetic but eager to leave. "I have to go sort some paperwork but as of now— you should get some rest." The door clicks.

[F/n] groaned.

She peeled her coat off her skin along with her shirt, tracking towards the closet. She slid the door open, staring at the even dingier article of clothing that were already there.

It smelled fresh out of a dumpster.

Without a further thought she closed it. Opting to use her clothes as a makeshift pillow. It was poorly padded, but beggars can't be choosers. Mammon wasn't known for generosity.

She kneeled onto the mattress. Which, to her surprise, was relatively clean in comparison. The lack of furniture was forgiven in her book at that. A minty aroma meets her nose as the energy to keep herself up was sapped.

[F/n] extended her wings over her figure, improvising on the lack of blanket. The elbow of her wing lay rest under her chin, [s/c] skin grazing against the scales.

She coiled into herself to keep warm, humming tiredly as the soreness of her body began to fade.

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[F/n] was about two weeks in with no further interactions from Mammon. Though interestingly enough not even a few days after the incident Mammon had swapped the trucks for helicopters.

And her theory crafting was correct, spot on actually, as it became near impossible for whatever straggler dumb enough to steal from a sin to even take a glance at the material goods. The worn fence was replaced with an actual wall.

She figured maybe he'd have a slight stroke of genius in that empty skull of his. A thought coherent enough to realize and problem solve his error.

The idea made her chuckle.

There was a single problem.

Now that the merchandise was relocated and set up elsewhere safer, her game of cat and mouse with stragglers had ceased. Leaving her with not much else to do in his manor.

[F/n] had resorted to taking a hand in decorating her room. The notion of it never even crossed her mind till a few days ago. [F/n] believed wouldn't have the chance to, assuming her death would come at war. It was sad to admit but she didn't have much of a plan thereafter. 

Better late than never.

The mattress was no longer in the ground, but on a simple wooden bed frame.

She got rid of the dumpster clothes, cleaning out the closet before hanging an assortment of clothes she'd bring over from Jerevicius' home.

Not to mention finally having a proper pillow and silky blanket. It was the second thing she snagged.

He was kind enough to donate a nightstand as well, it was small but probably the nicer looking thing in the entire room. She scrounged up a bedside lamp too, only without a working bulb.

She didn't need the light since she was able to see perfectly well in the dark as a reptile. It wasn't something she was necessarily dying for and was for the most part forgotten about.

She'd gotten a plane black shower curtain to provide some semblance of privacy in the bathroom should someone walk in. Granted none of the locks were functional.

That was about all the progress made so far. It wasn't anything impressive but it grew on her.

[F/n] shut the door behind her, flying over the crowd of passing employees to reach the elevator. Swooping in when it opened and another walked out.

"Evening knight [L/n]!" A wolf joins her.

[F/n] grinned, poking a button. "Good evening."

"Back to wandering the warehouse today?" He barked.

"You already know it." She laughed. "Dull as always."

"Y'know, word actually got around the city you're guarding Mammon's estate. That's another factor why people avoid this place like the plague. We got it easier now."

A tint hues her expression as well as the tips of her ears.

The hellhound wags his tail, hooking an arm over her shoulder. His fur lightly grazed her skin, sending a small shock down her spine. [F/n], flustered, chucked softly.

"No one in their right mind wants to mess with a super soldier and a sin together." He adds.

The elevator slides open, startling the dog as it fumbled quickly to separate himself from the dragon. Mammon looked over his shoulder, feigning a smile as the pair join him in the warehouse.

"Scram." He hissed at the hound, who doesn't retort running off in a direction.

"'Bout time ya' fuckin' got here, 'ey cunt!" His watch meet hers, spider eyes themselves smiling as he beckons her over. "I need ya' for something."

[F/n] pursed her lips, looking somewhat irritated. Mammon notices, a green cloud escaping his pointed teeth.

"Ya' can blow fire?"

"Sorta? I mean, yeah, I guess."

"What kinda stupid lizard are ya' to not blow fire?"

Her tail flicked, wings pressing closer against her back. 

[F/n] rolled her eyes. "I'm radioactive, not a fireborn. My flames are weaker... Not all Drakons blow fire. Fuckin' racist..."

"Whatever, good enough."

Mammon spawns his walking stick, pressing it against her back as he forced her to begin walking with him. It didn't take longer than a minute for him to stop at a point to gesture at one of the factory furnaces.

The fire was visibly weaker, crackling sadly against the wooden pellets. Pieces of what she assumed to be bits of metal refused to properly melt on the moving conveyor belt.

It's obvious what he wants her to do, heat rising to her face as she opened the hatch.

[E/c] eyes run from the furnace to Mammon, back to the furnace then vise versa. Mammon raises a nonexistent brow, tapping his heel impatiently.

"I'd have to, uh..." She groaned. 

Just this once. Only once.

Defeated, her palms fall to the floor as scales grow on the rest of her [s/c] skin. Fully shielding her as she grew in size. Meeting Mammon's eye level, she takes a mental photograph seeing his impatience become interest. 

Taking in a sharp gasp of air, the back of her throat begins to bubble and erupt into gas. A reaction goes off and fire bellows out of her open muzzle at the dying flame.

It revives, radiating a vibrant green flame, snapping loudly. The metal begins to properly melt into its cast.

"Fuckin' perfect. Our fuel is runnin' low so be a doll and go run around doin' that to the rest of 'em ya cheeky cunt."

"I'm not doing that again." She declared.

"I don't think ya' heard me right." He threatens.

"The fumes from my acid can fucking kill someone." [F/n] steps up to him, holding his glare. "I'm not doing it." Their staring contest was enough to clear the employees of their immediate vicinity.

She whipped her tail in warning, the pressure wave heard by both parties as it ripped the air. The atmosphere is tense, extremely so, Mammon opens and cracks his knuckles as his fingertips coiled into a fist.

Above them walked an employee carrying a load. He stumbled, fearfully looking up at the stack of boxes that went well over his head. It wobbles. A panicked noise leaves his throat doing his best to regain its balance. He strangles the edges under his grip, silently praying.

The anxiety melts his body.

Then the contents still neatly.

Hefty, alleviating sigh rumbles out his throat. He takes a step forward. The box completely rips from underneath, propane tanks rolling through the breaks in the guard rail.

"Listen cunt, I don't give a fuck. Ya' do as I s—."

A tank crashes, shattering completely atop her head. Liquid propane runs down the back of her head, splashing at her feet when it hits the ground.

[F/n] sharply ducks under her wing as the rest of them fall. "The fuck?!"

Mammon doesn't flinch as he teleports away, looking directly at the source. His initial confusion turns into a distorted expression seeing the sinner practically wet his pants.

[F/n] grunted at every hit, cringing at the overwhelming smell of it. It feels especially gross trickling underneath her scales. Her head rises as the loud crashing of the tanks become no more, alarmed, at the massive puddle of flammable liquid dangerously expanding outward.

She shot a dejected look at the spider, who was too occupied in his own head to even notice her.

There's a goat with a lit candle-head who lazily leaves the elevator, papers clutched into folded arms. Too engrossed in shuffling them to notice anything else around it, the goat misses the puddle on the floor.

Mammon leaves his spot with a large cloud of green, reanimating by the sinner at the bridge over the automated machines. The smell of copper and paper bills that came from the gust was enough to knock him over, barely managing to hold onto the platform.

Just when you don't think it could be any worse, the whole floor ignites into fire. Screams echoed as the demons who were lucky enough to not be lit on impact trampled over each other to escape in the only other exit.

The vibrant green fire reflects in Mammon's eyes. He watches as the machinery is eaten by the fire.

He's taken aback by the sudden heatwave that'd hit him a second after the room lights up, raising an arm to his face as a means to block some of it. He looks at the demon hanging over the ledge, kicking him off and into the flames before vanishing.

[F/n] in particular is consumed like a piece of candy. Unaffected by the hellfire.

She attempts to stop out the flames around her but when it was apparent that wasn't enough she used her wings to clear it out faster.

The room burned, and burned it did. A fourth of it was destroyed and so was all the equipment within it. Some of the machines popped and clattered, melting, unable to withstand the heat. It had consumed a corner of the area, revealing the outside sky with the collapsing structure.

Thick, heavy, smog riddles the room making it difficult to see through. It's suffocating.

[F/n] barely manages to kill most of the fire, steadily making it over towards the new opening of the unit. Her wings extend, shooting another gust before forcibly being stopped.

One of the large assembly machines give way, crashing down on top of her. It's weight pins her wing, bending it at an uncomfortable angle.

It took her by surprise, freezing from the shock. Adrenaline pumps in her veins. Her eyes shake, face whirling forward. The scene changes.

She sees it all again, the war.

There's fire spreading across the ground circling her figure along the exorcists.

Their laughter plagued her ears as they jammed another spear into her wing, tearing at the flesh. Black ichor bled from her wounds but none of the pain mattered to her as she did everything she possibly could to break free from her bounds.

The exorcists had ropes tightly around the neck and limbs of her partner, pinning her down in front of [F/n]. They taunted her, jabbing more of their spears through bloodied scales.

The exhaustion finally caught up to her leaving her without the will to fight. Glossy aqua eyes stare into [e/c] ones, blinking slowly. There's a thin layer of reassurance and comfort in her expression as the blue dragon herself accepts the circumstances of their situation.

There's an angel who was stepping over her large body. Axe in hand. He stops at the blade of her shoulders holding his weapon above his head. It glints in reflection to the fire, evil cackle coming from its user.

She's screaming but no sound leaves her throat.

Unable to see the impact of it from her position, everything she needs to know is translated as the life in her eyes fade immediately on impact.

Her heart is pounding, a mighty roar thunders in the sky as she'd finally mustered up enough strength to shake and catapult off her own captors.

The machine atop her wing flings off her, startling the group of workers who'd flooded the room with fire extinguishers in hand. They'd eliminate any of the leftovers she couldn't get to.

[F/n] freaks out feeling a hand touch the side of her shoulder, hastening at it with an open jaw. Her face wrinkled viciously in anger.

She becomes motionless seeing Mammon was the one who tapped her. His hand doesn't move from in between her hanging teeth and for the first time he actually looked taken aback.

They're like that for a passing moment.

Mammon slowly recollects his hand back to his side. He shakes his head. "Fuckin' crazy bitch."

[F/n] huffed.

"It's not my fault you don't have a sprinkler system. What the fuck did you think was going to happen?"

Mammon grumbled. He rubs the top of his head exasperated. All he could see was the money lost in both products and gear. "The fuck am I gonna do with all this burnt shit." He'd mutter mostly to himself yet it was loud enough for her to hear.

"Donate it to a recycling company."

"D̴̩͌O̵̳̭͝N̷͎̝̈́̈́Ả̵͙̰T̸͠ͅE̴͖͒̅?!"

"Yeah, donate, are you stupid? Use it as a tax write-off. Saves you more money instead of selling it to them. I did this for the prince I was working for, you have no idea how much you can shave off doing that. Cheaper to do that and get new machines than repair the shitty busted up old ones you have."

Mammon, ignoring her quip, hummed. A small layer of irritation comes to him as he hadn't been the one to figure it out. 

Yet his interest is piqued.

"Sell the merchandise that didn't burn all the way through, mark it as every product being unique or something. Your fans are mentally deranged enough to eat it up anyway."

"Ya' seem to know a lot about this sorta thing."

[F/n] nods. "I was a financial advisor before I was a knight. There's a ton of stupid work-arounds you can take advantage of."

The knowledge she had seemed useful. Very much so. She knew things his advisor didn't, frustrating him. Mammon was excellent at marketing, selling, and mass producing useless products. 

Keeping track of it all was extremely time consuming and often left him busy for days at a time.

Sometimes weeks, or months even. 

Admittedly, the idea of good help made him fantasize how much more he could earn.

If he just had that extra amount of free time: that room to breathe, explore, then he knew surely he'd be able to discover new money-making business ventures. It made his greedy heart chirp.

He'd smile at her, patting the top of her muzzle.

"Meet me in my office once you get cleaned up, don't keep me waiting." Was the last thing he'd say to her at the trashed warehouse.

Mammon blinks and he's back in his office chair. He waved his hand and materializes a golden sheet of paper with a feather. 

He should be pissed at the mess, enraged, but he wasn't.

If what she was saying was true then perhaps this was a good thing. He made a mental note of shoving that responsibility on her later. Mammon would never admit to it, but he was impressed by a sheer increment at her knowledge.

Two weeks back he was tempted to make her life significantly harder or even toss her out because of the way she spoke about him, least until he heard her idea about transporting goods through air instead of ground through his surveillance system.

It pained him to admit she had a point. Several.

Exploiting stupid sinners for free labor only took him so far. That's all they were. Stupid and gullible. What use is stupid in a field like this one? 

Mammon is smiling. He's quick to writing, excitedly drafting a contract.