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Lured In
Mal was in his office when Becc showed up looking as regal and gorgeous as she always did. Flowing red hair and topaz eyes that sparkled in the sunlight. She was resplendent. Exactly what anyone would want to imagine when they spoke of angels. To Mal, she was overbearing and micromanaging. The crush he'd had on her in his training days wore off quickly when he was forced to work beneath her. Funny how what he thought would be a dream became just waking up with a headache. Every. Day.
"I'm sorry if I'm intruding," she said with a voice like music. There were rumors her angelic parent was Uriel, the angel of art and music, but she wouldn't say and no one had been able to confirm. Mal bit the inside of his cheek to avoid telling her he knew she wasn't sorry at all. She never was. "I just wanted to check in on you. I'm.. concerned, Malachai."
"Mal. I've asked to be called Mal." He said for possibly the millionth time, barely swallowing his exasperated sigh. Her heels clicked softly on the floor as she shut the door and crossed the room. In a moment she was leaning against his desk, arms crossed over a spotless white blouse.
"You're changing Malachai."
"No, I'm really not. I've always asked you to call me Mal. Even when we were put into training together." He ought to show his superiors more respect, but why should he when Becc clearly had no intention of giving him any?
"You've been seen with that half-demon," she said quietly.
"And? She was assigned to my team. Without outing her I can't exactly arrest her." He refused to look at Becc, instead keeping his attention focused on a few case files he'd been perusing.
"And why not? It would be easy enough to do so without implicating yourself. A little bit of holy water is all you'd need. Why have you let her stay hidden?" Mal ground his teeth.
"Because my job is to keep magical threats contained and taken care of. She isn't one of them." It was shocking that he managed to keep his voice light, but Becc would no doubt feel the anger slowly building in him. "Bloodline aside, she's been extremely helpful to the squad. She has the strength and power to take on missions alone and has been nothing but friendly to her squad mates."
"Bloodline aside? Malachai do you hear yourself?" Becc was positively scandalized. He managed to keep his attention down but his grip on his tone was slipping.
"Blood isn't everything," Mal replies darkly.
"Is that what this is about? Are you bitter about your rank in the hierarchy and acting out by allowing a demon to slip through?" She had the tone of a mother about to give a scolding. Mal wasn't in the mood to hear it.
"I don't give a damn about the hierarchy, Becc, and you know that," he snapped, finally looking her in the eyes.
Under the flourescent lights her eyes still glittered like gems. Like crystals. It was inhuman yet he knew his did the same. It was a trait of the Nephilim, angel half bloods, to have pure glittering eyes. Plenty of Neph took pride in them as humans typically thought they were beautiful even if their cause was a secret kept among the celestials. Mal never had. He liked his eyes well enough but they separated him. They made him other. Someone glancing at his eyes would think him something special. An assumption he would have no further proof to back up.
"Adria has done excellent work and her cooperation has been extremely beneficial to the MTF whether you like it or not."
Becc stared at him aghast. Her Marked hand slowly rose to her mouth. Mal glared at the wings that flapped slowly on the back of her hand. If he were honest with himself she had been insufferable since she had been Gifted at thirteen. The Gift of Gusts. So perfect for a neph. So fitting. Not at all like Freezing. Cold and unforgiving ice was so very un-nephilim like. It made him like his Gift more.
"You used her name."
Mal realized his mistake instantly. Any other time, with anyone else, he would have said 'agent' with their last name. To her face he'd have called her Agent Mason as he should have just a second ago to Becc. The slip up gave away how comfortable he had gotten with her. Hinted at how much he was beginning to care for her. That was what truly had Becc absolutely horrified.
"You care for her," she uttered in disbelief. "You care for the half demon." Her eyes took on a tone of sadness. "Malachai what has happened to you?"
"I've said all that needs said. She is not a threat, regardless of her bloodline. Even if she's from a powerful demon lineage... she's given us no reason to doubt her and plenty to trust her." Mal sat back down and focused in on his paperwork again. Becc was still staring and the weight of it made him more and more irritable. Ice was pricking at the edges of his desk.
"Oh my poor friend... Don't you see? She has you right where she wants you. That's what demons do. They lure in the unsuspecting. They garner trust, even admiration. She'll lure you straight to the depths if you aren't careful..." To her credit, Becc did seem genuinely concerned for him. In any other circumstance it would have warmed him to her just a little. Right now it only made him angrier.
Becc said nothing more before she left. Just silently shook her head in disappointment. Mal wasn't stupid. He knew this confrontation wasn't over. Next time it might not just be Becc, either. Powers forbid someone from above get involved. Defying a direct order from a full blooded angel... He might as well walk himself down to the depths.
An image of the sunset reflecting in Adria's eyes as she sat on the rooftop flickered through his mind. Then the determined set of her jaw every time she sparred with him. The careless way she laughed like she'd never been weighed down by anything. How she had been bruised and bloody from something and not only had she come here first to avoid scaring her roommate, but refused to turn in her attacker. Was he really just being lured in by her? Then again if the Powers were beings like Becc who thought they knew with just a glance and the Depths were filled with beings like Adria that just let themselves live... Maybe being lured in wasn't so bad.
Even if she was luring him to the depths, he was beginning to think he'd follow not just willingly-- but happily.
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“You shouldn’t have gotten involved.”
“And you shouldn’t have started a fight you couldn’t win.”
I pushed myself up, spitting dirt out of my mouth. My arms still stung from the holy chains. If I didn't have scars from the individual chain links I would be surprised. That would be a fun story to tell in the future. I glared up at Mal who was still offering his outstretched hand. His blue eyes were all concern that made my heart twist and ache. There were few things I wanted more than to just accept his concern and take his hand.
"You shouldn't have gotten involved," I growled up at him all stubborn rage and sharp teeth.
"And you shouldn't have started a fight you couldn't win," he replied easily. Refusing to wait any longer for me to deny his offering, he reached down and grabbed my upper arm. If I would have had the energy, I would have snapped at him for touching me. As it was, I stumbled against him the second I was upright. Both his arms wrapped around me and held my limp form to him. He smelled of dirt, sweat, and something else infinitely more pure. More holy.
His arms tightened around me. Well past what he would need to comfortably keep me upright. I was pressed so tight against his chest, I didn't immediately notice he had buried his face into my neck. He was shaking a little against me.
"I was so scared...," he murmured against my skin. "I was so scared I was going to lose you."
I didn't know what to do with that. This wasn't a side of Mal I had ever seen before. This was a confession considerably deeper than anything he had said to me before. My eyes burned with the longing to cry. Before I could stop myself my arms were wrapping around him too. The fear and the exhaustion of the last forty-eight hours crashed over me at once and without his arms around me I'm certain I would have fallen.
"Me too..."
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alessandro de luca, vampire, taylor zakhar perez, primary.
amarande floresca, pureblood vampire, gemma arterton, primary.
aspasia, the dark urge / seldarine drow druid, tbd, primary.
aspyn verona, hunter, bruna marquezine, secondary.
aurora provenza, black market doctor, danielle rose russell, priority.
booker darcy, hunter / half demon, chris evans, primary.
briar kesta, reincarnation of aphrodite, holliday grainger, primary.
callan wisteria, private investigator, jacob elordi, primary.
cassiopeia claremont, reincarnation of the goddess of the stars, claire holt, primary.
christian byrne, hunter, ethan peck, secondary.
eris floresca, pureblood vampire, crystal reed, primary.
fern roque, serial killer of abusive men, sofia carson, secondary.
julieta cardenas, ghost hunter / streamer, lizeth selene, secondary.
luminita, gifted vampire, demet özdemir, secondary.
magdalena primrose, mortician / exorcist, alexandra daddario, primary.
mi-cha yeong, storm chaser, kim ji-won, tertiary.
mikhail floresca, pureblood vampire, douglas booth, primary.
naizak, archangel oc, kim jae-wook, tertiary.
nimue, ancient forest witch / shapeshifter, megan fox, primary.
opal undergrove, witch, yaya dacosta, secondary.
rhysand eoin ó cuilinn, vampire, chace crawford, primary.
river mihal, werewolf, eleanor tomlinson, priority.
severina, white eyed demon oc, adria arjona, secondary.
sila prakenskii, mobster, tor thanapob, priority.
varina leucothea, siren princess, dakota johnson, primary.
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caius, twilight, regé-jean page, secondary.
connor, dbh, bryan dechart, test.
damon salvatore, tvdu, giancarlo commare, secondary.
edward cullen, twilight, robert pattinson, secondary.
emmett cullen, twilight, michael evans behling, primary.
esme cullen, twilight, rachel weisz, secondary.
isabella swan, twilight, antonia gentry, primary.
jack ryan, bioshock, jensen ackles, test.
lara croft, tomb raider, yaya sperbund, primary.
sam winchester, supernatural, jared padalecki, primary.
silas, tvdu, paul wesley, test.
stefan salvatore, tvdu, paul wesley, secondary.
subject delta, bioshock 2, mads mikkelsen, test.
tom avery, tvdu, paul wesley, test.
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Heavy Voice - Diablo 4
I want it out there and on the record that I have known since the first days of the Open Beta that the weird half-dead wolf character was Mephisto. That's a legitimately proud moment I have as a lore enthusiast. The rune carved into his skull was a dead giveaway, appearing in the Book of Adria as a symbol connected to Mephisto. And boy... was it.
I just wanted to make this comic to say that I think Mephisto's voice just doesn't fit in D4. Do not get me wrong, it is an awesome voice, it is powerful, malevolent as all hell, and there is just a soft gurgling undertone to it that brings it all together. Steve Blum is the man! But my guy, I picture a body behind that voice that has actual weight to it. Have you seen Mephisto? He's a literal bone collection, he probably weighs less than a skinny adult human! I am convinced the VA was cast for the wolf, not Mephisto's real appearance. The strangest part is that Mephisto had the perfect voice in the past!
No, not Diablo 2.
Diablo 3! Listen! I have always loved this voice, every time I find this lore entry during a playthrough, I am so happy to listen to him! It's not a weighty voice, it sounds old, which fits because Mephisto is the eldest among all the demons, the Firstborn of Tathamet, basically. And to me it sounds like a cunning evil, especially with his last sentence being "Some battles can only be won with words". Now can a voice like this carry an entire main-entry game with him as the second big bad? A good question, I honestly have no idea. Maybe it really would not work on the long run, but certainly they could have found something closer to this than the Bass King in D4.
Okay but then why do I like Malthael's voice? That's incredibly deep too, and the guy looks like two french fries duck-taped together.
Well, first of all, Malthael is not that skinny actually. He appears so because of his design (which is genius, btw), but if you've tried to learn to draw him well, you realize he has some meat under that armor. I am certain he is what one might call a "sleeper build". Second, it's kind of hard for me to put it into words, but Malthael's voice has an empty echo-y subtone and feel to it that makes it far less weighty in my ears (and also shows just how far he has fallen). I don't know, does that make sense?
Either way, that was my deep dive into the Diablo franchise VA scene, thank you for coming to my TED talk! I still am very much looking forward to Vessel of Hatred, and to finally murder Mephisto once again as well. I don't hate him as much as Lilith, but I am sure he will earn it by the end of the story, whenever that will be.
If you have any voices that you love or hate, share them with me! It's fun!
Other Diablo 4 adventures!
Suck it, Butcher!
A Team to Fight For!
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⸤ 🩸 ⸣ ⸻ 𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔, an independent and private multimuse. ft canon and original characters from different medias, with a focus on original characters. dark themes will appear, proceed with caution. by kiki, she + her, twenty8+. activity is permanently sporadic to low.
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mutuals are welcome to tag me in anything ever, send in countless memes whenever, message me at any time and request my d.iscord. basically if we're mutuals, "bug" me whenever and however you want 🤍
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there will be a heavy focus on my original characters, with canons taking a backseat by default. please do not try to interact with only my male muses.
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amarande floresca, pureblood vampire, gemma arterton, primary.
aspasia, the dark urge / seldarine drow druid, tbd, primary.
aspyn verona, hunter, denise richards, secondary.
aurora provenza, black market doctor, danielle rose russell, moved to @shemad.
booker darcy, hunter / half demon, chris evans, primary.
briar kesta, reincarnation of aphrodite, danielle campbell, primary.
callan wisteria, private investigator, dylan o'brien, primary.
cassiopeia claremont, reincarnation of the goddess of the stars, claire holt, primary.
christian byrne, hunter, ethan peck, primary.
eris floresca, pureblood vampire, crystal reed, primary.
fern roque, serial killer of abusive men, bruna marquezine, secondary.
julieta cardenas, ghost hunter / streamer, lizeth selene, secondary.
luminita, gifted vampire, demet özdemir, secondary.
magdalena primrose, mortician / exorcist, alexandra daddario, primary.
mi-cha yeong, storm chaser, kim ji-won, test / wip.
mikhail floresca, pureblood vampire, douglas booth, primary.
naizak, archangel oc, kim jae-wook, tertiary.
nimue, ancient forest witch / shapeshifter, megan fox, primary.
opal undergrove, witch, yaya dacosta, secondary.
rhysand eoin ó cuilinn, vampire, chace crawford, primary.
river mihal, werewolf, alina kovalenko, secondary.
severina, white eyed demon oc, adria arjona, secondary.
sila prakenskii, mobster, tor thanapob, moved to @raqeful.
varina leucothea, siren princess, dakota johnson, primary.
canons.
caius, twilight, regé-jean page, secondary.
connor, dbh, bryan dechart, test.
damon salvatore, tvdu, giancarlo commare, secondary.
edward cullen, twilight, robert pattinson, secondary.
emmett cullen, twilight, michael evans behling, primary.
esme cullen, twilight, carla gugino, secondary.
isabella swan, twilight, antonia gentry, primary.
jack ryan, bioshock, jensen ackles, test.
lara croft, tomb raider, yaya sperbund, primary.
sam winchester, supernatural, jared padalecki, primary.
stefan salvatore, tvdu, paul wesley, secondary.
subject delta, bioshock 2, mads mikkelsen, test.
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Decided to post our favorite Lieutenants of Sin from the Book of Adria.
The seductive Cydaea: "... a demon of extremes, half beautiful goddess, and half nightmarish spider."
And the flatulent Ghom: "Ghom's foul odors... can drive even a demon away in disgust."
Apparently Adria had good sense enough to know she should avoid Ghom, but she didn't offer any opinion on Cydaea. Interesting that Adria's demon form was also a spider though. Can't help but wonder if Adria was influenced by Cydaea when she chose her transformation? Maybe she had a bit of admiration for the Maiden of Lust. (Even if just aesthetically.)
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☼☾ ( JESSICA PARKER KENNEDY , 34/754 , SHE/HER , CISWOMAN, LEANAN SIDHE, OUTLIER ) - have you seen ADRIANA LAVEAU? they’ve been living in afon vale for THREE HUNDRED YEARS and they really think they’re safe. people say that they’re NURTURING but i heard they’re VENGEFUL. you can usually find them working as a OWNER at EARTHA. they’ve tried hard to keep THEIR DAUGHTER’S REAL IDENTITY buried but the truth always comes out. a few things that remind me of them are … smoky kohl smudged eyes, lingering scent of cedar and cinnamon, smattering of azure flecks running down her spine.
basics
full name : flordiana deluca adriana laveau
name meaning: from hadria, valley
nickname / alias: addy
gender / pronouns: she/her
sexuality: pansexual
age, birthday + star sign: 34/754, 13th jan, capricorn
place of birth: hadria ( now adria ), italy
accent : altered depending on who she speaks to
occupation: owner of eartha
associated locations: glyndŵr cove
song:
appearance
faceclaim: jessica parker kennedy
height: 5″3
eyecolor: purple
haircolor: raven hair
build: slim/curvy
tattoos / scars / key features: purple eyes
personality
positive traits: nurturing, merciful, loyal
negative traits: vengeful, relentless, reticent
relationships
parents : maria deluca ( mother, deceased ), asmodeus ( father )
siblings : countless
children : none
pets : klok ( raven )
other
species: leanan sidhe
characters she’s inspired by:
history
born 13th Jan 1269, yeah you heard that she’s an old lady but don’t you dare say that to her. respect your elders by telling them they don’t look a day over 400 ok
her father, asmodeus is a pretty big deal in hell. he came above ground in italy, basically fathered a literal village and was p much planning on building his own leanan sidhe army ?? anyway, baby flordiana (as she was then known) was raised fully aware of her abilities bc her pops trained her and her large collective of half siblings to be ruthless, badass monsters
their ‘family’ was kept pretty under wraps, asmodeus wanted to keep his kids a secret until they were powerful enough to actually inflict serious damage on humanity
so flordiana spent the first 100 years ish of her life, in constant competition with her siblings to be the wORST leanan sidhe ever a.k.a. the best. they did a lot of brutalising. she has done some serious torturing fucked up shit ok ?? but all to win daddy’s approval am i right
like she watched her human mom die pretty quick bc it was the 1200s i mean she was old if she made it to 30 so she needed ?? her dad ?? to love her ?? even though he was a crazy powerful prince of hell ??
but then they fuCKED UP. ok so the leanan sidhe squad went big, figured they had the stones to take over a literal city in italy....but daddy was wrONG AND HIS ARMY WASN’T GOOD ENOUGh. most of her siblings straight up were killed by human hunters and other species working with them. flordiana couldnOT KEEP FIGHTING because she did not want to die. basically in being raised like this ?? she and her siblings had no sense of loyalty or family ?? so she felt zero guilt about abandoning them. just major shame abt disappointing her demon pops.
she escaped and fled italy; and landed in france. there she renamed herself adriana and lived as a human in order to lay low. but tragedy struck when she fell in love with a human ( or so she thought ). this woman was the first person she had ever cared about, first person she had ever truly loved and they were married in secret. but her wife began to get sick and it became clear that she would not survive. the wife told her that when she passed, she wanted to be buried at sea and adriana honoured that wish. however, her wife did not die - and was not mortal. her sickness was from being deprived of water, and the wife was in fact a nixie. when her wife emerged from the water, some decades later, as neither knew the other was immortal she believed adriana to be dead.
after this point, she was pretty much grief stricken and thought fuck this and bounced around the world, travelling everywhere. along the way she picked up several other people that she views as her adoptive children.
around 300 years ago, she relocated to afon vale and having just missed the war, instead became part of rebuilding the small town. she put down roots, found more people that needed her, and created a home for herself.
twenty five years ago a small human faction within afon vale tried to disband the peace treaty and ended up hunting and killing a leanan sidhe ( adriana’s sibling ) that they believed manipulated them. the regulators put these humans to trial and they were sentenced to death by the species council. one of the humans was pregnant at the time and though they carried the child to term, the infant died due to the stress of the birth. the parents were executed and the town believes that this was the end of the dispute. however, in reality, the infant was resuscitated and did not die. knowing that the child would be a point of contention for the species within town, and would not be safe, adriana initially raised the baby in secret. once the child was a few years old, they became part of the community and adriana convinced everyone that she had adopted them from outside of town. they know that they are adopted but do not know the full story of their birth. they have also only recently started experiencing visions/auditory premonitions but neither they or adriana know currently that they are bean sidhe.
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Welcome to Raven’s Peak, Brees, we’re excited to have you! Juniper Bloom (Adria Arjona, demon) has been accepted. Please be sure to stop by the CHECKLIST for the follow list, tags to track, and other reminders.
FULL NAME: Juniper Bloom SPECIES: Demon AGE: Technically 42 (looks 32, been in hell 10 years) DATE OF BIRTH: July 13 GENDER IDENTITY: She/Her NEIGHBORHOOD: Cherry Heights OCCUPATION:Unemployed WORKPLACE: None POSITIVE TRAITS: kind, perceptive, empathetic NEGATIVE TRAITS: gullible, self-destructive, stubborn LENGTH OF TIME IN RAVEN’S PEAK: Just crawled back out of the sinkhole FACE CLAIM: Adria Arjona
BIOGRAPHY
TRIGGER WARNING: parent death, character death, torture
Juniper’s parents were soulmates to hear her father tell it. They had met in high school and it was love at first sight. They planned out their whole life together and were married as soon as they graduated. Part of their whole life plan was to have a big family and they got started on it right away. Unfortunately, Juni’s mother didn’t survive childbirth. Her father was devastated but he did his best to raise her on his own.
It was very early on in life when she learned to care for herself and spent many hours in the library escaping into books. She decided very early that she wanted to be a librarian. Being the keeper of all of those fantasy worlds felt like the best way to spend her time.
When Juni was a teenager, her father remarried and had another child. Juni’s step-mother was always kind to her but she felt left out just the same. The only way she felt she could cope with those emotions was to connect fully with her half sibling. Juni spent most of her time caring for and doting on her sibling. She went to college close to home just to make sure she could spend time with her family. Eventually taking a job at the library of the school her sibling attended.
Getting lonely just seemed a part of Juni’s life by the time she met a handsome hunter. She started to believe there may be a life outside caring for her family. That there might be someone willing to take care of her. As hunters often do, he ended up on the wrong side of a supernatural creature's wrath and came to Juni’s door. He wasn’t going to make it. A demon came to collect his soul for hell and Juni did the only thing she could think of to save him. She took his place.
10 years in hell. A decade being tortured over and over and over. No relief in death as it would never come. Juni kept her nature when many others lost theirs quickly. She consoled and cared for the souls around her, learning who they were as humans and trying to keep them sane. She was one of the first to realize the sinkhole had opened up and, though initially she wanted to try to close it so evil couldn’t escape, she started pulling other souls with her back out into the world when she realized she couldn’t stop it. Best to get as many wrongly accused out along with the others. Back in the world, she is now searching for her loved ones and trying to keep the demons who escaped with her from causing too much mayhem.
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Stars, she was pathetic.
Adria had kept up a farce for weeks, pretending to be fine, pretending that everything was normal. But deep down, she knew the truth. She was spiraling. The memory of that Hylian woman flirting with Ganondorf replayed over and over in her mind, twisting her stomach every time she thought about it. The intense loathing she felt for herself made her sick. She refused to let herself become what she had been once before—a woman so consumed by feelings for someone who would never be hers, someone who would eventually destroy her.
That’s why she began to distance herself from Ganondorf.
She made excuses to avoid training with Kotake and Koume, even though the two Gerudo sisters would give her strange looks when she declined. If she spotted Ganondorf in the hallways, she would quickly turn the other direction, feigning an urgent task to complete. Every interaction with him was cut short with a polite excuse about needing to work. It hurt—it physically hurt to do this, like she was ripping out her own heart piece by piece, but she couldn’t go back to the person she had been in college. She wouldn’t let another long-haired man lead her to ruin.
So, when she was invited to a party with the soldiers and people of the castle, Adria had accepted the invitation without hesitation. A night of dancing, drinking, and laughter was exactly what she needed to forget—if only for a little while.
The party was lively. The makeshift dance floor was packed with people spinning, clapping, and laughing together. Adria threw back a drink, feeling her head pleasantly light as the tension from the past few days began to melt away. Someone handed her another drink, and soon, she was laughing again, swept into the rhythm of the room. The music swelled, and before she knew it, she was pulled onto the dance floor. She may not know how to properly dance, but drinking seemed to loosen up her feet and those around her were more into moving to the music rather than proper dancing anyway.
She spun with one partner, then another, and then another, twirling between soldiers and castle staff with reckless abandon. It felt good to let go. One man, with kind eyes and a gentle smile, took her hand, spinning her with ease. Adria laughed, her heart feeling light for the first time in weeks.
But then, a shadow loomed over them.
Adria barely had time to react before the man's grip on her slackened, and she felt herself being swept off her feet. Literally. A pair of strong arms lifted her off the ground, and the world tilted as she was carried away from the dance floor. Her heart raced, and she looked up, half expecting one of the guards, but instead, her breath caught in her throat.
Ganondorf.
The Demon King himself was carrying her as if she weighed nothing at all, his jaw set in a hard line, his eyes dark with something she couldn't quite place. Anger? No. Something more dangerous than that. Something like... Why did he look like that?
"W-What are you doing?" she stammered, struggling to find her voice as the crowd parted around them, all eyes on the towering Gerudo Chieftain as he strode through the room with her in his arms.
"Removing you from an undesirable situation," Ganondorf replied, his voice low and commanding, not stopping as he carried her toward one of the quieter corridors leading out of the hall. His tone left no room for argument, but Adria felt a surge of frustration rise within her.
"I wasn’t in an undesirable situation!" she protested, squirming slightly in his grasp. "I was dancing, Ganondorf. You can’t just—"
"I can," he cut her off sharply, his gaze flicking down to her, daring her to argue further. "And I did."
Adria’s frustration boiled over. "You had no right to do that! I was fine! I—"
His grip on her tightened, just slightly, but enough to make her stop mid-sentence. "Do not test me, Adria," he said, his voice dangerously low now. "I will not tolerate you dancing in the arms of weak men who have no claim to you."
Her breath hitched. No claim to you. The words echoed in her mind, and suddenly, the reality of the situation hit her like a ton of bricks. Ganondorf was jealous. That couldn't be. That was the alcohol and her desperate mind speaking.
"What... what does it matter to you who I dance with?" she asked, her voice softer now, almost hesitant. "You don’t get to decide who I spend time with. You’re not—"
He stopped walking, turning his head to look at her fully now, his dark eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart stutter in her chest. "Not what?" he asked, his voice smooth but dangerous, like a blade hidden in silk.
Adria swallowed hard, her pulse racing in her ears as she tried to find the right words. "You’re... not my—"
Before she could finish, Ganondorf leaned in closer, his breath ghosting against her ear. "Not yet."
The words sent a shockwave through her system, and for a moment, all she could do was stare at him, her mind reeling.
"Put me down," she managed to say, though her voice wavered.
Ganondorf held her gaze for a long, tense moment, then slowly, he lowered her to the ground, his hands lingering on her waist as she found her footing. Adria stepped back, her heart pounding in her chest, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from him.
This was dangerous. This was so dangerous.
But stars, her heart was betraying her again, thundering in her chest, screaming at her to do the one thing she knew she couldn’t afford to do—fall for him.
"Good night, Adria," Ganondorf said, his voice softer now but still laced with that same edge as he turned and walked away, leaving her standing there, breathless and shaken.
Changing Fate, Creating Destiny - LOZ TOTK Isekai
Part 1 2 3 (This is Part 3)
What was happening? Zelda couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted beneath her nose. Kotake and Koume, once elusive and distant, were now... casually hanging out with Adria? It was as if they had appointed themselves her personal guards. The strangest part was how relaxed Adria now seemed around them, treating them more like friends than protectors.
When Zelda had first inquired about their constant presence, Adria only shrugged, looking as confused as Zelda was. "I don't know," she had said, "they just... started hanging around."
Zelda, in her growing concern, had asked the Gerudo twins directly why they were spending so much time with Adria. Their response? Silence. They offered no explanation, their expressions as unreadable as ever. It was unsettling.
And yet... Adria, somehow, could get them talking. Zelda had watched, equal parts amazed and uneasy, as her friend asked the two stoic women about their weapons, their jewelry, even their clothing. Adria’s curiosity was boundless and unafraid, an openness Zelda herself would never show around the witches. But Adria didn’t seem to share the same wariness.
Koume, for example, had proudly shown Adria her golden spear, embedded with a ruby that gave it the power of fire. Kotake had demonstrated her twin scimitars, each adorned with sapphires that gave them an icy sharpness. Their faces, usually so cold and severe, softened—just slightly—as they humored Adria’s interest.
There was something gentle about the way they interacted with her, even though their sharp natures were still very much intact. It was odd to see these two powerful women acting like this, their amusement apparent whenever Adria spoke with them.
Zelda couldn’t help but worry. Why were they so attached to Adria? What did they want from her? More importantly, why did Adria seem so content around them? She couldn’t deny that her friend was still very much herself—walking alongside Zelda and treating her like a sister, sharing laughter and stories just as before—but now, Adria had these two warriors practically hovering in the background, always there, always watching.
And then there was the matter of training. Zelda had overheard Kotake and Koume gently—for them—trying to convince Adria to take up some form of combat training. They hadn’t pushed, but their persistence was clear. What were they hoping to achieve?
The lack of answers gnawed at Zelda, but she had nothing concrete to go on. No evidence. No accusations. Just a vague sense that something was off. And yet, how could she say anything when Adria seemed perfectly fine with it? No, more than fine—comfortable.
It was unsettling, but for now, Zelda resolved to watch carefully. She wouldn’t make the mistake of letting her guard down, not when Kotake and Koume were involved. But she also wouldn’t push too hard. If Adria was happy and unharmed, Zelda would allow this strange arrangement to continue.
Still... she'd remain vigilant. Watching and waiting. There was more to this than met the eye, she was sure of it. But for now, she would treat the situation with care. Kindness wouldn’t hurt—but neither would caution.
#mallowresponse#mallowfic#legend of zelda#tears of the kingdom#King Rauru#Princess Zelda#Queen Sonia#Ganondorf#Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf#Kotake and Koume#Isekai#Gerudo#ai use
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The Necromancer
I was the first of the team to arrive at the house. At a glance there was nothing special about it. It was old. None of the cutting edge magic or tech to be seen. My teammates would doubtlessly mock it, but I found it charming. It reminded me a little of the house I grew up in.
No, there was no time for that. I pushed away the memories and into the house before the past could distract me. Being the only one here had its perks, I could easily slip in without the suspect knowing. If Necromancers were really as dangerous as they believed surprise was the best route. Doing so would undoubtedly get me an earful from Superior Mal later, but let him be mad. What could he do? Fire me? From a job I couldn't say no to to begin with? Oh. The horror.
In the darkened living room there was evidence that this house had been loved and lived in for ages. Worn carpets. Pictures dotted on the walls. Furniture that sagged some in the middle but looked no less comfortable. It was smaller than the enormous Victorian house I grew up in, but I got the feeling that wasn’t a problem for whoever lived here.
Upstairs I heard movement and without making a sound I crept toward the stairs. The sounds didn't stop as I moved toward them, making it painfully clear they had no idea I was here. I was already feeling uneasy from what I had seen in the rest of the house, but the sight of someone maybe a little younger than me stuffing things into a bag did not help. I leaned against the open doorframe.
"Don't worry about packing clothes, I hear they'll provide you with some," I called to him. He spun around, the bag flying away in his clumsiness. He braced himself against what I now realized was a bed, eyes wide and chest heaving with fear. Sweet devils.
I was right in guessing he was about my age or a little younger, but the raw fear in his eyes spoke of something so pure he could have been a child. A mop of brown hair topped his head and he had brown eyes. I could feel the magic coming off of him and knew that there'd been no mistake about his identity. He was most definitely a necromancer. The mistake was that he was also certainly not evil or twisted.
In a way... he was me. A more openly terrified version of me. Necromancy wasn't something he'd studied to learn. It was something he'd inherited against his will.
"Please! I've never resurrected a human! I'm not evil! You must believe me!" He looked on the verge of tears. A cat leapt to his shoulder, tail twisting and swaying as it watched me. It had bright jade eyes and the same magical energy resonated from it as with its master.
Animals. He resurrected animals. Now I wanted to cry. This was not a criminal. This was a victim. I heard footsteps downstairs and knew time was up. Without thinking I raised my hand and blasted a ball of energy at the window, shattering it and tearing away some of the wall around it.
"Go!" I urged him in a harsh whisper when he only stared at me with confused doe eyes. "Stay out of view. Head for the forest and lay low until things die down." I was pushing him now. He spared one last look at me. Footsteps on the stairs. The gratitude in his eyes mirrored in the cat's before he jumped, clumsily landing in the soft grass below.
He slipped into the shadows just as the rest of the team burst through the door. I fixed an angry look on my face that needed less acting when Superior Mal yanked my arm so I was facing him.
"Why did you go in alone?" He demanded. I yanked my arm back.
"Careful Superior, it might sound like you were worried about me," I snapped. In truth I wasn't totally upset with him. I was upset at this whole warped definition if good and bad. I was upset I couldn't do more for the boy. The Superior sighed a groan, massaging the bridge of his nose.
"What happened here?"
"Isn't it obvious?" I gestured to the blown open wall. "He managed to escape."
Superior Mal studied the wall for a long time. Already I knew he didn't believe that the necro boy had made the hole. Just as he didn't believe that he had managed to escape from me. His gaze shifted back to me and there was a moment of tense silence between us. I expected him to call me on my betrayal. Demand to know why I let a 'dangerous criminal' go. Instead all he said was:
"Are you hurt?"
#writing#books#characters#adria the half demon#blue's drabbles#fiction#young adult#necromancer boy#magical realism
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Jace lightly ran his fingertips up Adria's arm, savoring the goosebumps that trailed behind them. The sun peaked through the swaying leaves of the small tree above them as they sat on a park bench watching people pass by. She looked adorable in the breezy white dress she wore. Looking at her now, no one would ever guess her to be a daughter to Hell's most powerful circle. She jumped at the gentle feeling and swatted his hand away. He laughed.
"You said you couldn't influence me," she accused. Jace grinned, watching the way the afternoon sun caught the facets of lavender in her eyes.
"I can't. Demons can't tempt other demons. If you found that tempting that means you already want me." Green eyes flickered confidently. Teasingly.
"Pft, you wish," she replied with a roll of her eyes. Sometimes Jace wished he couldn't tell when people were lying or not. Sometimes it was just easier to pretend they already were.
"I wanted to try to show you something," he said, trailing his fingertips again. She smacked his hand away as a fire began to crackle to life in her eyes. "Did you feel that slight pull? The gentle tug at your desire?" He was leaning in so close all she would need to do is lean forward just a little bit to meet his lips. Oh sweet hells he wanted her to. Her pretty pink lips always looked so soft but he wanted to feel them himself. When she glanced his way suspiciously he forced himself to lean back. "You've probably heard the phrase 'Demons don't fight temptation, they are temptation'? It's true. When you're feeling particularly tempted you can pass it on to someone else." He winked. "Watch."
Jace glanced around the area, looking for a suitable scenario to spark and pass off sinful temptation. When a passing man's wallet dropped out of the bag it had been precariously perched in he got an idea. He got up and picked up the wallet, turning it over in his hands as he imagined keeping it and whatever money was inside. Then, before he could actually pocket it, he politely stopped a completely different man.
"Oh, sir, I'm sorry but is this your wallet? I just found it on the ground."
"No.. ah.." The man hesitated staring at the small bundle of leather as Jace passed it into his hand. He blinked a few times, trying to fight the foreign urge to be greedy, before his hand closed firmly around the wallet. "I hadn't even realized I dropped it. Thank you, sir."
With that he hurried off at a faster pace than he had previously been walking. The grin Jace wore as he sat down next to Adria again was nothing short of devilish. Green eyes gleaming with mischief. Adria had been watching the whole thing. Her mouth now hung open just a little bit. No doubt she was probably realizing she had already worked this trick without meaning to. It wasn't hard to do, after all.
"What happens if he refuses?" She asked finally, wary but obviously intrigued. Jace shrugged.
"Then either you give in to temptation yourself or you fight it off until you can get someone who will take it." He rest his arms on the back of the bench. If he wanted to, he could move his left arm and place it on Adria's shoulder. Putting his arm around her so easily. As if she were his.
"There's just one rule, or at least something to remember." The sharp edges of his grin were positively wicked. "If its a person tempting you, never pass your temptation into that person unless you're willing to give in." She looked at him with round eyed confusion. "Say, for example, I wanted to kiss you and was trying to stop myself from doing it. If I were to...," another brush of his fingertips on her arm. He delighted in the way she shivered. "You would feel that temptation to kiss. Regardless of whether it was me that came to mind or someone else, it would ignite lots of sinful desire in you and I'm sure I don't need to explain the effect breathing in sin has on us..."
He could read so much from her in that moment. She was tempted. Her cheeks were slowly warming with color as she thought about it. He could also read so clearly that the person she was thinking of was not him. The rough gulp to steady herself before facing him again wasn't because she was attracted. It was because she had risked getting lost.
Hurt and jealousy ripped through his chest at the same time. He had known she didn't see him the way he saw her, but he hadn't known there was someone she did see that way. He wanted to demand who it was she was thinking of. What was it that made them so much more worthy of her affection than her own kind? A wild urge to kiss her then and there sprang up inside him as if that would mark her as his. Of course it wouldn’t. She could never be 'his' against her will. She wasn’t something to own.
But that didn’t convince the grinding of his teeth as he tried to imagine her with anyone else. Who could love or care for her better than one of her own kind? Especially when she already knows so little about what she can do. Maybe all he needed to do was convince her of that. That he was the best choice for her. Far better than any human she was imagining now, whether they were Gifted or not.
#writing#my drabbles#blue's drabbles#adria the half demon#i wanted this to be kind of fluffy but...#i mostly needed to play around with Jace's character and mindset a little more#i know so little about him#i need more ideas to use for him#but we'll have to see
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Amphibia AU -- ‘Quisling Marcy’ aka ‘what if Marcy *was* in cahoots with Andrias?’
Whelp, someone was gonna do this at some point so it looks like it’s gonna have to be me.
Marcy doesn’t just betray Anne, the Plantars, Sasha, etc. In this AU, she sells out all of humanity. She was still somewhat manipulated by Andrias, but here, she isn’t simply duped. She’s in proper cahoots with him.
Okay, so this is gonna require some changes to the show’s background.
In this setting, it was a clan of humans who first travelled to Amphibia and who created/brought the box with them. How did they create this wonderous box? Through making a deal with a demonic yellow triangle who does appear to exist at least in the show’s mythos.
With their allyship, Andrias and his friends created the greatest civilisation in Amphibia from the ground up. When the box was stolen by presumably a Plantar ancestor, the humans chased after them, leaving Andrias completely abandoned and their place in history eventually lost to the sands of time.
So Marcy goes through the same emotional turmoil of not wanting to be alone after her parents inform her they’re moving. She steals the box and transports herself, Anne and Sasha to Amphibia for the same canonic reason.
However, when we get to the point where she and Andrias “discover” the secret passageway, that’s where she begins to learn the truth of her own heritage. Here, not only does she find out about Andrias’ “explorer ancestors” but her own.
She is a descendant of the original humans who visited Newtopia. The ones who chased after Sprig and Polly’s ancestor back to Earth.
Andrias begins filling her head with stories and ideas of “spreading the glory of Newtopia to other worlds” and how this could be her and her friends’ destiny as the wielders of the gems.
Andrias: “Can’t you see, Marcy? You didn’t find the box by accident. You were always meant to.”
So now jump ahead to when Marcy reveals the truth in the wake of the Rebellion and Adrias pulling the rug underneath everyone’s feet.
Marcy: “It didn’t start off this way... I did it for us.”
Marcy becomes increasingly erratic and unhinged the more she explains what she did and why. While in the show, Marcy was desperately trying to justify her actions, here she’s attempting to justify something even more horrific and is steadily coming apart in front of everyone.
She says Andrias will leave Earth in “their stewardship”, which means they “can lead the Earth together and make things the way they should be. And they’ll now never have to be apart.”
When she stands in front of the mural of Andrias flanked by pretty wicked looking humans and claiming it’s “their destiny”, cue Grime whispering to Sasha,
Grime: (hushedly) “Okay, Red Flag.”
But of course, Anne and the others are not interested and are even more creeped out and aghast by Marcy’s actions than in canon. So when the battle breaks out, Marcy is forced to fight against them.
Okay, so this is already pretty bad, what Marcy has done. How can we take it up a notch? Let’s press the forward wind button for a few minutes, shall we?
Andrias: “Not so fast! You all have spunk, real chutzpah. But this ends now. Marcy...?”
(He steps aside to reveal Marcy on the ledge in front of the shattered window pane, holding a struggling Sprig in her grasp)
Anne: “SPRIG!”
Sprig: “Guys! Don’t listen to these bullies! I’ll be fine!”
Andrias: “We’ll see.”
Marcy: “Put back the Box, or I’ll do it! I’ll--I’ll...” Anne: “You wouldn’t dare!”
Marcy: “I gave you this, Anne, and I can take it all away! Now put the Box Back!!”
(Marcy is now holding Sprig dangerously close to the outside ledge. All she has to do now is let go)
Sprig: “Anne, don’t!”
Anne: ... Polly, do what they say.”
(Polly puts the box back and the flying castle stabilizes. The Frobos take Polly and return her to the group and she hugs the remains of her fallen friend)
Polly: “Frobo...”
Anne: (to Andrias) “Okay, dude, you have what you want. Now please, just let him go. He’s my best friend. In this world or any other world.”
(After Anne says this, Marcy’s cheeks flush red and she starts hyperventilating in rage. Sprig notices this) Sprig: “Uhh, Anne...?”
Andrias: “That’s the thing about friends, isn’t it? The more you love them, the more it hurts when they go. Allow me to demonstrate.” (he looks down and gives Marcy a look to say “do it”)
(Marcy growls and without having to be asked twice flings, not drops, flings Sprig out the window)
Now this is the part in this AU where Sasha really comes into play and gets actively involved in her road to redeeming herself. On the journey to Newtopia, Marcy allowed her pilot Joe Sparrow, really letting her get a feel for riding him. When she led the Rebellion, she had the Toads take Marcy’s notes so she could learn quicker how to use the Box.
Sasha is the one who jumps out the window and calls Joe. She’s the one who rescues Sprig. And she’s the one who, after Anne curbstomps Andrias, swips the Box and just about got it to work and open the portal. Grime is the one who stays behind to hold Andrias off, yelling at her to go while she can.
When Marcy sees them making a break for it, seemingly abandoning her, she utterly. Freaks. Out.
Anne: “Sasha, hurry!”
Sasha: “Wait, where’s Mar—“
VHIRSCHT!!
Marcy is the one who impales Sasha from behind in a fit of desperation to stop them. Sasha weakly apologises to Anne for all she’s done before falling to the ground.
Marcy stands there before them, bug-eyed and stricken with horror. Her hand covers her trembling mouth. She drops her glowing sword, its hideous orange glow lighting up the bottom half of her face.
She looks from it, to Anne and the Plantars and to Sasha.
Then she starts to laugh, which quickly turns into crying, and then into a hideous combination of the two while her hands run up through her hair. The realization of what she’s done, on top of everything else has now well and truly broken her.
Sasha, on the floor, uses her last ounce of strength to hit the right button on the box, and kickstarts whatever comes next in Season Three. ... phew. That was actually pretty fun, I’m not gonna lie. Who knows? Maybe I’ll think of more to add to this as time goes on, or heck, if you wanna contribute or expand upon this, please be my guest.
#amphibia#Disney's Amphibia#Disney Amphibia#amphibia disney#anne boonchuy#marcy wu#sasha waybright#sprig plantar#polly plantar#king andrias#captain grime#frobo#amphibia frobo#amphibia au#au#amphibia true colors#true colors#amphibia spoilers#true colors spoilers#amphibia true colors spoilers#amphibia marcy#amphibia anne#amphibia sasha#alternative universe#evil marcy#bill cipher#gravity falls reference#fanfic#amphibia fanfic#Quisling Marcy AU
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The bar felt cold and the people felt distant. He was holding on too tightly, everything was still so heavy. He wouldn't unburden himself, he couldn't. All those people in his life, he chose to take them on. He wanted to take them on. He wanted them to be part of his life even when it was fleeting, but he missed so many of them.
There were a few surprises he didn't expect. His best friend Adria had shown up with her husband to visit more than once. Never Orion, he was half demon and unable to come here.
A strange feeling came over him as he stood at this bar. What was that feeling? He couldn't register it properly, but it made him want to speak.
He opened his mouth to do so but the words caught in his mouth and the tears finally rolled down his cheeks.
"I never had to choose before. There was always a feeling of Dean. Always. I could have both. I always had both, even if Dean wasn't there I could always feel him... But this absence... Fuck. Everything feels like Dean but why does nothing feel like Moloch anymore?" He threw his glass across the bar and everything started to warp around them.
Kayla sighed and walked up to them, touching Trainer as the scenery changed around them.
"He.... Refuses to rest. He was getting so close this time." She whispered, "It's just not his nature to rest."
Now Aaron was doubled over in the kitchen, the family was at the table, Izzy, Alison, Lacy, and Cassius was rubbing Trainers back lightly as Trainer held his head and looked sick.
"Bad meat? Are you going to be sick again?" Cassius asked. Trainer nodded and retched into the sink.
*in Aaron's cabin cleaning*
*alll the doors and windows are locked and warded*
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“They say every story has a beginning–except mine. My story has two…“
FULL NAME: Princess Elena Flores of Avalor / Ximena Delejos BASED ON: Princess Elena (Elena of Avalor) FACE CLAIM: Adria Arjona PRONOUNS: She/her BIRTHDAY: November 16, 1994 CURRENT STATUS: Closed
Character Information || cw: discrimination, displacement, kidnapping ||
Elena’s childhood was idyllic until her parents were the victims of political assassination upon a diplomatic visit to neighboring Venezuela when she was fifteen years old. It was supposed to be fine after that. The murders of her parents was supposed to be her big tragedy. She was supposed to become queen and rule her kingdom with a fair but leading hand, but that came crashing down just under two years ago. An evil sorcerer attacked Avalor and Elena fled the country with her assigned guard Lieutenant Gabriel “Gabe” Núñez, sister Isabel, and friend Mateo De Alma. She hoped that the attack on her country would be the end of their troubles - or at least signified a period of respite - but Elena couldn’t have been more wrong.
None of the countries bordering Avalor (Brazil, Ecuador, Peru, Venezuela, and Colombia) were willing to take the royal family in as refugees, nor were the rest of the governments on the continent. Even the pro-magic Peru, although to Peru’s credit, they took in hundreds of displaced citizens of Avalor. The reason behind Elena and Isabel being unable to find asylum on their own continent, was their popularity among their own people. Avalor being a friendly but reclusive magic country scared the leaders of South America and they feared an uprising from their magick populations and being usurped by the Avalorean royals. Elena and the rest of the grand council tried and tried to reason with them, to explain that usurping anybody and taking over anywhere wasn’t at all what they had in mind, but to no avail. Elena’s possession of a magical item that the evil sorcerer was after was an additional mark against them - they feared an invasion of their own countries as well.
A princess without a country and the steward of a sought after magical item, Elena needed to find safety and find it fast. The Dominican Republic, South Korea, Serbia, Nepal, Switzerland, Germany, and Uzbekistan all granted them temporary asylum for a short period of time each, but bouncing from country to country just wasn’t cutting it. So while hiding in a small abandoned cottage by a German forest, Elena insisted Gabe go ahead and investigate Western Europe, to see if it’s really dotted with settlements as Magick safe as they heard from an old Serbian woman. “Send word and Isabel, Mateo, and I will join you when you find a place to live.” Reluctantly, Gabe went on ahead but trusted Elena’s safety to Mateo.
Gabe and Elena communicated through scattered phone calls for the following months, until on Elena’s end the correspondence suddenly stopped just under three months ago, at the end of May, without any explanation. Without any indication to Gabe that something was wrong…how was he to know?
A group of German magick-hunters nearby suspected Elena and Mateo of being hexendämonen - witch demons, their slur for magicks - and broke into the cottage while the three were sleeping to abduct them. It took them two weeks to find a chance to escape the basement of the home they were held in, and once they made a quick stop to the forest cottage to salvage any belongings and retrieve the Scepter of Light that Mateo and Elena hid inside of a wall and masked with anti-discovery magic, they fled Germany. They’ve been bouncing around Western Europe for the past month and a half.
Unbeknownst to any of the trio, the English town Mateo has inexplicably led them to has just what they’re looking for. Safety. But more importantly? Gabe. Elena’s lifelong friend and personal guard. They’ve been separated since November, and Gabe is unaware of their time in captivity..
Gabe must be worried sick - if he even cares at all. Which is a cruel thought, because Elena knows her friend worries about her, but she can’t help but to be a little bitter and angry. Why hadn’t he come to look for them, did he not think something was wrong? What could possibly have preoccupied him? Did he find somewhere to live happily and forget all about them? Did he think Elena was too much trouble so he just…ran off?
Elena doesn’t want to be angry. She knows that she really doesn’t have a right to be angry. It was HER idea he leave in the first place. And it’s not as if HE had a way to contact HER. Elena was only able to call when the she, Mateo, and Isabel had gathered enough loose change found on the streets or in a wishing fountain to use a pay phone, and after escaping Germany they never stayed in the same country with the same currency long enough for gathering to be any use. And more than anything she misses her dear friend and just wants to see him again. See him safe, and happy, and thriving. And he’s been away from her for so long… he must be enjoying the freedom.
Even if he doesn’t want to be her bodyguard anymore, which would suck because she’s never not felt safe with Gabe…but if her life has taught her anything it’s that nothing good ever lasts for her.
✓ Brave, determined, family-oriented
✖ Bossy, impatient, reckless
Character Suggestions
Latina
Current Relationships
Lieutenant Gabriel “Gabe” Núñez (assigned guard) Princess Isabel Flores of Avalor (sister)
Possible Relationships
click here!
Magical Abilities
Scepter of Light – its many mysterious abilities are currently unknown, but are triggered by oral commands. But beware–it drains the user of his/her strength the more it’s used
#elena of avalor#allch#magicch#pocch#femalech#magical object#elenaofavalorch#closedch#closedfemalech
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A fascinating academic paper about chefs who use the plate as an ecological landscape device which features Ferran Adria, Rene Redzepi, Heston Blementhal, Grant Achatz, Dominique Crenn, and a sustainable sushi chef from New Haven:
“Anthropocenic impact on climate and resources directly ties to food sources, and chefs, in designing encountersbetween diners and nature, can choose to play an active role in framing theserelationships through narrative and scenographic dramaturgical choices.
In an interview with The Nature Conservancy, Chef Bun Lai of Miya’s in New Haven, Connecticut articulates such ethical concerns. As overfishing has depleted stocks of one of the most popular sushi fish, Pacific Bluefin tuna, to an estimated 2.6% of historical levels, Lai explainsthat, he ‘began to think about how serving invasive species could helpcurb their dominance in the ecosystem while also reducing the stress onmore commonly served fish framing these choices for the dinerthrough programme-like menu statements, such as ‘Eating invasive species has the potential to restore habitats and take pressure off offactory farming’or ‘Almost half the food produced in the world goesto waste ―a fact that is a tragedy in a world where over a billion peopleare hungry. This tasty recipe was created to illuminate the problem of waste by utilizing crispy omega-3 rich salmon bones and broccoli stems,which are commonly discarded food items’. While examples such as Lai’s may not be explicitly theatrical, other chefs, in seeking to demon-strate such possibility draw explicitly on the restaurant’s dramaturgicaland performative potentials.”
https://www.researchgate.net/publication/347825875_Towards_an_Ecological_Dramaturgy_of_Dining_Plate_as_Landscape_Device
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Girl’s Got Rhythm
Summary: A demon shows up at the Bunker door with a proposition for Sam. Square Filled: Boy King of Hell!Sam Warnings/Tags: Fluff, language Characters/Pairings: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Adria (original female character) Word Count: 2408 A/N: For @deanandsambingo’s Sam Bingo, this fills the square Boy King of Hell!Sam. This also fills the prompt I submitted for myself for the Sam Winchester’s Antichrist-mas Birthday Extravaganza, hosted by sammessiah on livejournal. @quickreaver shared the post above and all prompts/fills are handled on AO3. And, as always, thank you to @atc74 for beta’ing. Song: Girl’s Got Rhythm by AC/DC
The first thump startled them both. Sam snapped his head up from his book and glared across the table at Dean's wide-eyed confusion, then followed his stare as he looked to the doorway. The second thump reverberated through the Bunker, faded as it reached the Kitchen where they sat eating breakfast, then fell silent once more. With the third echoing concussion, Sam and Dean leaped from their seats and bolted for the war room.
There they found nothing until a final resounding thump knocked on the Bunker doorway, its thunderous boom rumbling through the vaulted space for several seconds until it, too, faded.
“Someone is… knocking on the door," Dean stated.
Though it was not a question, Sam concurred. “I think so,” he started as he stepped towards the stairs.
“Don’t open it!”
Over his shoulder, Sam asked, “Why? What if someone needs help?”
Dean rolled his eyes harder than Sam had seen in months. “Who cares?! Nobody should know we’re in here!” he hissed through gritted teeth.
A single second seemed to stretch forever as they stared one another down until Sam bolted up the stairs. Dean chased after him, taking the steps two at a time, but Sam’s longer legs leaped three and even skipped the last four as he vaulted to the landing. With victory in reach, he grasped the cold iron handle of the door, but the moment he pulled, Dean barreled into him. Torn from the door, Sam struggled for the handle until Dean restrained him, arms entangled and boots scraping the floor.
Another resounding knock on the metal shook the foundation, and they froze in their awkward position. The thunderous echo rolled once more through the Bunker, then faded into silence, but Sam knew it was not over.
“They’re going to break the door down!” he spat from Dean's half-nelson headlock.
As he struggled, Dean replied, “Let them! Then we’ll have a reason to kill whoever it is!”
“I can hear you.”
The lilting alto of a woman penetrated the door and Sam stilled as Dean’s restraint loosened. “Did you hear that?”
After one lingering moment, Dean released him. “Yeah. Who’s there?!” he barked.
“My name is Adria. I am here to speak with Sam Winchester,” the muted voice said. “Is that you, Dean?” she asked.
“How do you know my name?!” he bellowed at the door. “Who the hell—”
Sam calmed him with a hand at his shoulder. “Can we just open the damn door? Please?”
Dean’s glare promised Sam hellfire and brimstone if shit went sideways. “Fine.”
He turned back to the door, trepidation numbing his fingers. One clarifying breath steeled his nerve. Someone just needed his help. She knew their names. They must have met before. Resolved, Sam shook free of his caution, grasped the handle of the door, and wrenched it open. In the dim portal light, a tall, dark-haired woman stood. She wore a faded NASA t-shirt tucked into the front of her jeans and a pair of tennis shoes. In the crook of her elbow she clutched a small, leather bound book against her chest, and on the other a yellow purse hung from its strap.
“What do you want?”
She did not simply ignore Dean’s belligerence. She acted as if he had not even spoken and looked directly at Sam. “How are you, my Lord?”
My lord. He must have misheard her. “Ah… wha—” he cleared his throat, “What did you just call me?”
Her bright doe eyes shifted from him to Dean and back before she said, “My Lord.”
Unsure of how to respond, Sam checked in with Dean to find him equally stunned, his glare shifting between Sam and the woman. When Dean returned his focus to Adria, he spoke out of the side of his mouth. “Sam, something’s wrong with her. She thinks you’re some sort of royalty.”
That seemed to strike a nerve. Adria's fierce hazel stare snapped to Dean as she seethed, “How dare you speak such blasphemy to the King of Hell?”
The world came to a screeching halt as Sam reeled, mind leaping from thought to thought as he tried to keep up. For a moment, he was convinced that this was some sort of elaborate prank set up by Dean and his friend. But Dean's gaping mouth and bulging eyes said more than any denial could.
Sam held his breath as he waited for his tirade, but it never came. A roar of laughter burst from Dean’s wide-open mouth as he clutched his stomach and damn near fell backwards down the stairs. “King of Hell?" he breathed through a gasp as he reached for the railing. His laughter continued as he repeated himself. "King of… of Hell?!" Another peal of laughter filled the entry and Dean double over, hands on his knees. Several awkward seconds passed before he calmed down with a clarifying breath. "Holy shit, that’s a good one. King of Hell. Ha! You…" he paused as a bark of laughter interrupted his thought. “Whew. You really had us going there for a second, lady. What’s up, what are you selling—”
With a blink, Adria's eyes blackened, dark as pitch, then reverted to their natural hazel in another flick of her long lashes. "I am here on official business, Dean Winchester,” she stated.
The flat of Dean's palm slapped Sam across the chest. As he stepped in front of him, he said, “Son of a bitch, she's a demon.”
“I gathered that much," Sam stated flatly. A gentle nudge eased Dean's arm aside, and Sam stepped forward. "What do you wan—”
“Give me one good reason I don’t waste you here and now,” Dean barreled over Sam.
Adria held the small tome out to Dean, but he refused to take it, hands shooting into the air as if she pointed a gun at him. When he refused to move, she turned to Sam. “Hell has been a bit of a mess since Crowley died. Nobody assumed control,” she explained, still holding the book aloft. “When Sam blocked the throne about two years ago, most demons went into hiding. The fucking cowards missed a real opportunity there. I convinced them to align with you,” she finished as she regarded Sam with a smile that looked far too sweet for a demon.
“Align… are you saying that every demon in Hell wants to follow me?” Sam asked.
As though it were as simple as that, Adria shrugged with a nod, then a coy smirk curled her lips. “They always say those Winchester boys are too smart for their own good.”
“Who says that?” Dean barked.
She turned to him, her smile widening. “Demons. Succubi. Incubi. Damned spirits. You know. The denizens of Hell. Word travels fast, and, well you boys have been at it for fifteen years. Got a reputation. Sam’s living up to his.” She paused as she measured Dean head to toe and back. “You… might actually be living up to yours. But I don’t want to report back that the big, bad Dean Winchester froze when handed the Book of Shadows.”
Dean’s arms slowly lowered to his sides as he asked, “Book of Shadows?”
A long, lacquered nail tapped the midnight blue cover.
No. Purple cover.
Black.
Blue.
Green?!
“What… is that… that’s not leather,” Sam stuttered.
Her finger traced the Celtic brain encircling the pentagram. “It is. Dragonhide. She gave me a skin from her own flank.”
Sam’s attention snapped to Dean as he stepped forward and said, “She gave you a piece of her skin?!”
Adria’s coy smirk returned. “I asked nicely,” she said as she tapped the metal emblem with her nail.
“And that?” Sam asked as he returned to the book. “That gem.”
“Ah, you have a keen eye, Sam Winchester,” she sighed as she smoothed the stone with her fingertips. “That is a lifestone. It quiets the worried mind, soothes the anxious soul. It’s quite useful for completing contracts.”
His eyes snapped to hers. “Contracts?” he growled.
Adria met his glare head on, then opened the book in the middle. “Yes. Contracts. This book contains all current operations that require ongoing management and prospects on which decisions need to be made,” she said as she held it out to him. When neither of them took it, she pointed at a line for them to read.
“I don’t… think that’s a good idea,” Sam started. “That’s—”
“Sam, shut up for a second,” Dean interrupted as he backhanded him in the shoulder. “Look at it.”
Sam did as Dean ordered and as he read, his jaw dropped. A long list of contracts, some initiated and others marked as potential deals, filled the page in a perfect script so tiny that Sam had to lean into read it. Hundreds of names in alphabetical order listed what they had wanted in exchanged for their soul in a set number of years. Some had no year, and Sam’s stomach sickened at the thought of what those poor souls had endured.
“So…” Sam started, “what do you need me to do?”
Adria grabbed Sam’s hand, much to Dean’s ire, and placed the open book in it. “Review each contract, both existing and potential and decide on how to proceed. Existing contracts are always reviewed every year to ensure that they are still beneficial to Hell. If not, we typically collect early to free up crossroad resources. As for potentials, you’ll need to decide if they’re even worth making the deal, as well as their terms and conditions.”
“Where are the—”
“The book has everything you’ll need to decide,” Adria clarified.
Unsure, he glanced at the book, then checked back to Adria. She said nothing, merely smiled again. He returned to the book and, when he flipped to the next page, her statement proved true. Another sheet of paper manifested with more names. He flipped through four pages before he arrived at the existing contracts and their details listed in full. More pages listed terms and conditions. Another ten pages contained the same. Sam gathered the remaining pages and thumbed through them, but no matter how many pages he passed, the book never seemed to progress in either direction.
When he arrived at the potential contracts, Sam stopped. He barely bothered to read the first prospect, then snapped the book shut. A brief thought occurred to him, then he handed the book back to Adria and said, “Burn it.”
Dean snorted a laugh through his nose, then snapped over his mouth. Adria regarded them both before glaring at Sam. “What?”
“I said burn it. I want you to burn the list, the contracts, and that whack-ass fucking book, holy shit, I cannot believe I touched that thing,” he rambled as he wiped his hands on his pants. “Christ, what kind of magic is that, my hands are on fire.”
“The magic of responsibility,” Adria huffed with an air of superiority. “You seriously want me to destroy it?”
“Yes!” Sam shouted. “Get rid of them all! No more deals! No more contracts! Just… give it a fucking rest. Seriously, hell and heaven have done enough damage messing with humans. For once, just do your damn jobs and manage the souls that come to you the only way they should.”
A narrowed glare far too familiar eyed them both before Adria returned the book to the crook of her arm and straightened her spine. Her sweet smile returned as though it had never left. From her purse she fished out a solid black business card and handed it to Sam. He took it, looked it over, and found handwriting matching that of the list in the book detailing her contact information. “So be it. When I require anything further from you, I’ll email you. But in the meantime, if you have questions, my number is also on the card.”
A long, weighing look of Dean, then Sam, preceded her departure.
“Here’s to new beginnings. All hail King Sam, the Lord of Hell. May his reign be long and,” she paused as she eyed him head to toe, “prosperous.”
She turned on her heel and ascended the ladder for the exterior door of the Bunker. Sam turned to check in with Dean only to find him watching Adria climb until the top hatched closed. When Dean found he had been caught staring, he grinned. “I think she likes you.”
“What?”
“I’m just saying you shouldn’t rule her out,” Dean added as he turned for the stairs. “Not like it would be the first time you banged a demon…”
“Dean, that’s—”
“I’m not giving you shit,” Dean said as he descended the steps. “She actually seemed pretty cool. You should invite her back over when she emails you. I mean, it sounds like she organized all of Hell to support you. She must think you’re the right person for the job.”
Sam followed him down the stairs, the gears in his mind churning. “She was nice… and she didn’t seem too upset about my very hasty decision to burn that book. I’m not sure was the right thing to do.”
“Pff, gimme a break. You just saved like, thousands of lives, man,” Dean said as he arrived at the bottom of the stairs. He turned to face Sam and clapped him on the shoulder. “We never get it done that easily. And you practically got a girlfriend out of the gig, too.”
“You are so fucking gross sometimes,” Sam sighed. “We—both of us—had a ten-minute conversation with her, she’s not—”
“Sometimes all you need is ten minutes. Even if I’m standing right there. Did you not see the way she looked at you when she left? All hail King Sam, Lord of Hell. She eye-fucked the shit out of you.”
No. Regardless of Dean’s teasing, nothing could be worse than a relationship with another demon. “I don’t even know why we’re talking about this,” Sam said as he turned for the kitchen. “I need a drink.”
When he skipped down the steps, Dean called after him. “Give me her number! Or that card!”
Sam shook his head and rolled his eyes. He would definitely not be giving Dean her number. Or her email. Or anything of Adria’s for that matter.
A small smile quirked the corner of his mouth as he regarded her business card once more. No, he thought. He would absolutely be keeping her all to himself.
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