#and demon king lore? blood from a stone

[celestialrealms]

Truly, I am so desperate to know what Barbatos and the Demon King's relationship was like during Diavolo's childhood.

Like imagine you come back from a hard day of neglecting your child, only for him to just show up with one of the most powerful and notorious demons in existence and say he's sworn absolute loyalty to him and is going to become his butler for the rest of time like

...and then he just proceeds to become the parent Diavolo actually deserved? Absolutely desperate to know what flavor of wacky this was. Chop chop, Solmare 😒😒

[whalesongsblog]

WIZARDING EDUCATION IN THE SURYA EMPIRE.

If you haven't looked at the absolutely incredible lore @rambling-tam is building around their wizarding education system of North America, pls go check it out. It 100% inspired this post.

LORE DROP: In my fic, Hogwarts is a postgraduate university. Miradevi completed her undergrad education in her empire, which boasts one of the foremost magical colleges in the world.

The Surya empire is a blend of magic, muggle, and nonhuman beings. Each contributes in their own way, and the rigid lines of the European wizarding world are nonexistent. Here, the mythical and arcane blends with cutting-edge muggle technology and science, because the Surya empire firmly believes that diversity is the key to social progress.

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Prior to the iron fist of British colonization, Indian (specifically Hindu) education was essentially a lifestyle. A holistic focus on education was coupled with studying texts like the Vedas and Upanishads with a guru. This was known as the Gurukul system, where a child would leave their family behind to live with their teacher and other students in the gurukul, often spending months to years deep in the forests. Education began at the age of five with the Vidyarambha ceremony, where the Goddess Saraswati, patron deity of wisdom and knowledge, was worshipped. Students from all over the world traveled to India to partake in this system and receive an education that focused on practicality, innovation, spirituality, and oneness with the greater universe. 

Miradevi Surya Lakshmi is the princess of the Surya empire- a fictional nation within the very real state of Rajasthan, modeled after Udaipur. Ancient legends and their magic linger in the soil, enriching every aspect of life in the empire. Weaver Witches spin intricate magic into each stitch of their handwoven garments, allowing the shimmering threads to shift and dance under the burning sun. Street vendors harvest dried chillis spread out on low stone rooftops under the full moon, made potent through murmured spellcasting. 

The intricately carved temples simmer with incense and shakti- the primordial essence of the Goddess. The figures depicting scenes from the Mahabharata and Ramayana painted with painstaking detail onto the temple walls occasionally pause in their actions to wave and grin at the temple-goers. 

Ma Kali bares her teeth and tongue in a fierce smile as she drains the blood of the demon Raktbeej, and college students hurriedly ask for her blessing as they dart off to their exams. The female pundits adorn the warrior goddess with fresh marigolds that hang alongside the stone-carved necklace of skulls on her neck. 

In the evenings, magic hangs hazily in the cold desert air as street musicians regale crowds with the magic they breathe into folk Rajasthani music. Goblin tribes from the deep desert stand alongside werewolves and muggles, leaning closer to the siren song of the music. 

The children of the Sun Kingdom live and die by innovation. Scholarly pursuit runs in their blood, a heat and need for excellence burning brighter than the desert sun. Whether in arts, sciences, or the arcane, the people of Surya strive to innovate and create new parameters for excellence. And no academic institution was more prestigious than Miradevi’s alma mater: 

YUDHISTHIR COLLEGE OF MAGIC EXCELLENCE 

REGION: Surya, Rajasthan. (Based on a blend of Udaipur and Ranakpur). Mountainous, mystical, and steeped in the ancient and arcane. 

PHILOSOPHY: You stand on the shoulders of kings, born into bloodlines that have nourished this nation. Do as the great Maharajas once did, and be a leader this land and these people can look up to. 

ARCHITECTURE: The college is built partly into the side of a cliff face and partly above ground. The massive library is built like a constantly moving corkscrew- enchanted to keep circulating, tomes from ancient eras till modern times stacked on towering shelves. 

Nothing is as it seems. None of the rooms are as small as they appear, and, TARDIS-style, everything is bigger on the inside. Old and new blend together, with ancient stone hiding the gleaming, sleek metal and glass of research labs. Parts of the college unfold and retreat as needed, warping time and space around it. A shimmer of magic that hangs around the cliffs and mountains conceals just how much of a behemoth the college is. 

Modeled after ancient Hindu architecture. Gateways and towers are oriented with stunning precision towards the sun and stars, with massive, marbled open courtyards that allow for fresh breeze to sweep through. Peacocks and magic creatures wander through the grounds and classrooms, occasionally providing a welcome disruption to a dull lecture.

ACADEMICS: Students find amusement in thought experiments and mock war-room scenarios where enchanted players move across massive boards in exercises of diplomacy and tactical strategy. The underground wing of the college, built into the steep cliffsides, houses the most advanced Dark Arts Research facilities in the world- access is coveted, and the price of losing oneself to the arcane is steep. But the students of Yudhishtir understand, better than most, the illusion of power and how quickly it can be lost. 

Muggle science blends with magic as astrophysics is taught alongside jyotish- the ancient Indian art of astrology. Quantum physics goes hand in hand with transformative magic, equations, and theoretical spells cluttering up blackboards. 

Here, the study of chakras means so much more than what it has been diluted to by the outside world. Here, the chakras are energy cores within the body, keeping each element in alignment. Health assessments begin with a full-scale examination of the energy strains in the body, probing for misalignments. The medical students at Yudhishtir study blood magic and osteokinesis- occasionally donating bones to the scholars of Nimitta Shastra. Also known as Omenology. 

Then, there are the students of Tantric practices. Ritualistic and occasionally misunderstood, tantra dissolves the borders between reality and maya- the great illusion of life. These students sequester themselves deep in the mountain chambers, focused on meditative practices and rituals that leave a residue of powerful magic hanging in the air like the desert heat.

SPORTS: India is the birthplace of chess. In the Surya empire, a similar game is played, called Chaturanga. The battlefield (in the form of the board) keeps changing- in the span of a few minutes, the tide of battle can turn, and it is up to the wit of the player to maintain an upper hand to secure a victory. It is usually a multiplayer game built on alliances, cooperation, and, occasionally, betrayal. 

Brooms in the empire are used for cleaning. If you ask a student of Yudhishtir what they do for physical exercise, they will point to the massive, fireproof stables hulking beyond the grounds of the university. 

Maharashtrian Venomteeth, Himalayan Whiptails, Desert Droughtcallers- each species is meticulously looked after and bonded to students that enroll in dragon-riding lessons. They’re rather spoiled. 

When Miradevi began her postgraduate studies at Hogwarts, she was very amused by the brooms.

MOTTO: Ahaṁ Brahmāsmi. I Am the Universe. 

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[theworldofotps]

The Lore of The Demon King

Description: The story of how Finn Bálor came to be Bálor. Word Count: 1,067

Wanted to get a few Halloween type stories out! Massive thank you to my beloved Kay for her help with this. ________ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist​ @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @99hook @madhatterbri @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @adamcolesbaybay @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @surdelcielo @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @terrortwinunicorn @alyyaanna @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456 @mcreignsera @auburnwrites​ @aews-four-pillars @thatnerdwriter​ @sjwrites22​

If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. _______ In the dead of night, when the veil between worlds thins, the legend of Bálor the Demon King awakens in whispers. Many believe Finn Bálor, the enigmatic Irish wrestler, harbors within him a power darker than the ring has ever known. But very few know the true story of how he became to be the demon king. How a mere mortal came to hold some of most powerful ancient abilities at his fingertips. The most common story tells of Finn stumbling upon these powers by accident.

It was Halloween night, years ago, when Finn found himself lost on an old country road in Ireland. Mist blanketed the ground as a chill settled over him, the crisp autumn air turning stale with every breath he took. His headlights barely cut through the thick fog that seemed to be everywhere, his phone had long since lost signal. He was searching for a way back to Bray when he stumbled upon an ancient stone. One marked by symbols that twisted like snakes, old and weathered by centuries of rain and ruin.  

Ever the curious man and not one to pay much attention to the stories of his childhood Finn climbed out of the car. Taking careful even steps towards the large stone, the moon barely peeking out from the clouds seemed to draw a signal to it. The stone whispered to him, low and relentless, in a language he didn’t understand. Drawn by an unseen force, he traced his fingers over its jagged edges. The stone was hot to the touch, in that moment, the ground opened, and Finn fell, spiraling down into darkness.

When he finally woke up Finn realized that he was no longer in Ireland. He was in a world of shadows, in the forgotten lair of Bálor, the mythical demon of Irish folklore or the original Demon King. Red eyes glowed from every corner of the darkness, watching, waiting. A heavy, suffocating pressure filled the air as Bálor's voice, cold and ancient, drifted toward him. Seeming to come from every direction around him filling his head.

“You’ve called me, haven’t you, Finn?”

Bálor’s voice was a deep, echoing growl that sent shivers through Finn’s body and his heart racing as he tried to gather his thoughts.

“You want to be a king. But to be a king, you must face the darkness within and believe when I tell you the darkness is more than a mere mortal can handle.

Finn tried to speak, but his voice caught in his throat as his eyes quickly flicked around the room before stopping in a corner where there was movement. Bálor’s form emerged from the shadows one that made Finn’s blood run cold. He was a towering figure with a single, massive eye in the middle of his forehead, flickering with a hellish light. His skin was a tapestry of ancient scars and painted symbols, his hands ending in claws. The tips seeming to drip black from what Finn could only assume was the essence of lost souls. Without warning, Bálor lunged forward, binding Finn in chains of shadow that tightened around him.

“Feel it, let the darkness consume you, become one with it.”

Each link of the chain sank into Finn’s skin, burning, twisting him from the inside out. The pain was unbearable, the sound of his own screams echoed in his head. But as it took hold, Finn felt something inside him awaken. Something feral, powerful. His body grew heavier, his skin darker, and strange markings appeared all over him, searing into his flesh. His mind teetered on the edge of sanity, but he could sense the power flooding through him, a dark gift from Bálor himself.

“Now you are one of us.”

Bálor hissed, his monstrous smile spreading wide as he watched Finn fall to his knees the power pulsing around him.

“Take this gift back to your world but remember that the darkness will follow you. It will consume you, piece by piece. Until you are nothing… but the Demon.” 

In a flash of blinding pain, Finn was thrown back to the surface, gasping on the cold, misty road. He was alone, but the symbols, the darkness, the feeling inside of him, they all lingered. When he glanced in the side mirror of his car, his face was his own, but in his eyes, instead of the normal blue he saw it. Bálor, lurking in the depths, watching, waiting for his next emergence.

And each time Finn dons the paint, each time he calls himself The Demon King, and wields those ancient powers. The darkness slips a little further into his soul, threatening to take him once and for all.

So, this Halloween, if you hear the echo of chains in the shadows or see a flicker of red eyes staring from the dark corners of the ring. Remember, it’s not just Finn Bálor no it’s the Demon King, the cursed soul of Bálor himself, still lurking, still hungry for a new host.    

[m3-kk]

Sharing my TCF notes because sharing is caring 😬 ⬇️. (All of them… so far)

Ch. 086- sad time for Raon :(. REVENGE HAHAHA LETSGOOOO

Ch. 335- Eruhaben protect Roan & Cale from ugly WS 😆

Ch. 352- Cale’s greatest fear…😭

Ch. 378- Choi’s uncle (DS) left info book written in KOREAN?!?! 😵

Ch. 394- Letter from Death & shiz show😬

Ch. 395- CALE IS AFRAID?!?! 😱

Ch. 401- “Plavin was laughing on the outside but crying on the inside.”😌

Ch. 404- “And Miss Cage, please cuss out the God of Death for me.” -Cale 😇

Ch. 411- They were talking about the Lion King (person) and I thought they were talking about the movie 😭

Ch. 414- Choi Han woke up crying “Kim Rook Soo” 😰

Ch. 415- “What am I supposed to call the friend of my nephew once removed?” -Choi Han 😳

Ch. 423- “Oh, by the way, the original owner of your body is living well too. He said he is happy.” -Lee Soo Hyuk ☺️

Ch. 423- CALE CRIES! BABY NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! 😰

“It's a new record! You were unconscious for 20 days, 1 hour, 32 minutes, and 19 seconds!”- Roan Miru🤠

Ch. 431-

“You son of a bitch!” -Bear King

"Why am I your son? Such an idiot.”

-Whale Archie🫡

Ch. 434- Which Henituse sibling wants to become what?🥱👑⚔️

Ch. 435- Sworn brothers 🤞

Ch. 455- Ron says he has a cute young master (Cale) who he doesn’t want to disappoint.🥹

Also that Roan is cuter than Cale 😂

Ch. 457- “This is nice.” Beacrox commented before swinging his greatsword horizontally.🙂

Ch. 461- Cale’s merchant name is Bob XD

Ch. 465- The Sound of the Wind was a top underneath a boulder surrounded by whirlpools.

The Indestructible Shield was a pit under the tree.

The Scary Giant Cobblestone was a stone in the Super Rock villa.

The Fire of Destruction was a sculpture at the center of the magma.

The Vitality of the Heart was a stone pillar at the center of a whirlwind.

The Sky Eating Water was a chained spear.

Ch. 476- More Dragon Family Drama wtf

Ch. 481- To the Fake World Tree

Ch. 501- Illusion of Other World..RAMEN!

Ch. 504- Stick from World Tree (Cale’s blood is special?!)

Ch. 515- Vampire Duke Fredo (seems nice)

Ch. 516- Demonic Race, Rosalyn, White Star after cookie prince?! NOOO

Ch. 520- WEAKLING. Alberu is a mage swordsman badass dark elf

Ch. 526- These brothers are so cute OMEGALUL

Ch.555- Sealed god test, wtf this is so sad I’m crying I’ve never been so genuinely sad

Ch. 559- CHOI HAN OUR LOVE THANKS🙏

Ch. 581- AWW BESTIEEE

Ch. 584- Cale saying he could beat 3 strong peeps

Ch. 589- Alberu goes to Blood Boulder

Ch. 601- AHH CALE BDAY AHHH

Ch. 612- THEY GAVE ALBERU A GUN!!

Ch. 618- Cale explains to LeeSooHyuk the truth

Ch. 622- HOMEEEEEEEE AYYAYAAY

Ch. 627- @Capital w/ Dad y Alberu YAY

Ch. 628- BUBBLEGUM PINK DRAGON

Ch. 629- We are a big family!

Ch. 631- 5 FUCKIN DRAGONS AHHH-

[THE AUTHOR STARTS SAYING SHIT LIKE “IN THE FUTURE.. “ LIKE F U MAKIN ME ALL SAPPY N STUFF WTH UGHHH!!!]

Ch. 640- 2 Cats are Molan house’s future 🥹.. They can’t go berserk?..

Ch. 645- Roan & Cale Solo Fight letsgo!!

Ch. 646- Cale uses ‘instant’ to destroy 2 unranked monsters.. I’m crying actually..

Ch. 647- wtf I’m crying, goosebumps fr

Ch. 649- Roan has grown so much 🥹

Ch. 652- COM. WITH EARTH 2 AHHHH—

Ch. 655- Cale is healing❤️ OG Cale!KRS

Ch. 656- SOO much info from OG Cale!!

Ch. 658- CALE IS AWAKEEE YAYA

Ch. 662- OMG Cale’s BioMom was cooking

Ch. 663- WE KNOW HOW TO KILL HIM HA

Ch. 670- World Tree-nim

Ch. 677- Explaining ALOT lore dump!!

CB. 681- WOW the end of that chap tho

Ch. 682- I stan Cale’s hatred for the White Star. We love the PJs! Alberu is moon that’s so *legs in air kicking*

Ch. 683- So are we gonna kill WS or whatt?

Ch. 684- HAHAH OMG CALE’S BDR POWER IS SO SCARY EVERYONE THINKS ITS THE WS!! HAHAH ITS CALE’S THOOO

Ch. 685- omg.. DANGGG!! Our Cale is truly terrifying! New Pokémon acquired! White star!! 😏 wait we have a tiny WS in our pocket how cute! 🥰

Ch. 686- HAHA BOOM BOOM 💥

Ch. 688- Rashell says he wouldn’t be able to sleep if many humans died 🥰

Ch. 689- ROCK SHEILD LETSGOOO

Ch. 694- DEAFEATED! Alberu faints and thinks he’s like Cale now 😭

Ch. 695- NAHH WE LOVEEE

Ch. 699- ENTERED THE TEMPLE! We can’t leave…? CALE IS GHOST AND WATCHING OTHERS TESTS HUHHH?!! (DespairTest2)

Ch. 700- This chapter is just amazing, these people are so smart ughhh I’m screaming! In a happy way tho

Ch. 701- OK we have Choi Han, Clopeh, Rosalyn and Cale so far.. MARYYY

Ch. 702- +1(Roan) Cale can use the cintamani to contact other world. PEOPLE CAN SEE HIM YAY!

Ch. 705- Talking with Cale & others through the Cintamani :>

Ch. 706- Tonka! And Dark elf Tasha&Alberu

Ch. 707- My heart, Alberu was so sad and lonely back then…

Ch. 709- Eruhaben! WS is badddd

Ch. 710- Whyyyy I’m actually feeling despair it’s so complicated ugh and no ones receiving correct info ughhhhh

Ch. 713- Mary is #GIRLBOSS for not being tricked! ❤️❤️

Ch. 717- So glad that was settled 😮‍💨

Ch. 718- So the test Cale was in wasn’t the original one so now we are doing the actual sadness test ok 👍

Ch. 719- WOW NOT CALE ALREADY FINISHING BLUE TEST.. also someone else?

Ch. 721- Toonka left the test, Cale met Choi Jung Gun, I’m I’m scared 😶

Ch. 722- Rosalyn finally put the tests goals into words! She’s so smart. I love herrr

Ch. 726- Cale confronts CJG and he’s being used as bait bc a hunter is here oh no. Cale is going to cause chaos ialrk

Ch. 727- WOWW Cale was about to be isekaied lol. Good thing we have ancient powers! 2 Hunters?! 🫣

Ch. 730- Cale actually skipped a level bfr

Ch. 731- Cale has to observe past Roan (during the night) and Alberu (during the day)

Ch. 732- FLIPPING OVER THE FIRST PRINCES PALACE HAHAHAHAGA

Ch. 735- Freeing Roan! Again Again?

Ch. 739- Still loving how Choi’s test is taking care of tiny KRS. Alberu test completed!!

Ch. 740- I’m loving Clopeh during this test so far. He knows his goals and he sticks to them. He’s crazy!

Ch. 744- Damn Dodam Miru. I think DM’s world is not an illusion. Cale “tricking” the Wrath test is crazy I love that sly bastard!

Ch. 745- Cale hates when the children hate their side dishes ahah! The Wrath test is actually really difficult it surprised me frfr! Clopeh & Cale are angy

Ch. 749- How dare this low-life Dorph ever consider sacrificing the great and mighty Roan Miru. I pour all of my hatred and anger toward him. He needs to die. 😡

Ch. 750- Finally! Flipping every over heh!

[axolotldoezstuff]

THE THEORY

ATTENTION TO YOUNGER READERS: This theory does involve mentions of adult shows and books such as Rick & Morty, Inside Job, and the Book of Bill. No inappropriate aspects are mentioned however it is assumed that people have seen these shows and read these books to understand the theory.

ATTENTION TO (hypocritical) OLDER READERS: This theory involves mentions of "kiddy" shows and series such as Disney's Chibiverse. If you think these shows are "too babyish" for you, stop reading now.

AND TO THOSE OF YOU WHO DISLIKE OTHER FOR HAVING DIFFERENT OPINIONS: This is all a theory. Criticise incorrect evidence if you must, but be civil! Don't go around hating people for theories that happen to disagree with your own personal opinion.

WHOEVER REMAINS: Hi, welcome to this overly long shower thought I managed to actually make a theory about. In this tumblr post, I will be looking at the evidence and making assumptions based on it. This is all MY OPINION. Correct me if I get things wrong, but as I said earlier: Be civil in discussions.

I have divided the theory into helpful parts so you can skip all the Gravity Falls connections if you already know em, and skip straight to the theory.

Basic info:

Let's start with the Disney Multiverse Theory, for those who don't understand it. The Disney TV Show Gravity Falls by Alex Hirsh was designed as a show built around theorising and lore elements. In the show, there is a known Multiverse.

Gravity Falls and Rick & Morty evidence:

Evidence found in the gravity falls book "Gravity Falls: Journal 3" points towards this being the same multiverse that the Adult Swim show Rick and Morty is in. (A line about Ford fighting a sentient chair, and a wanted poster of Ford with "Rick was here" written in Bill's used Cipher) There is also evidence in Rick & Morty (such as an image of Bill Cipher in S2 Ep 7 "Big Trouble in Little Sanchez", and 'Rainbow Morty' from the game "Pocket Morty's" though this can be written off as evidence since we don't know the canonicity of that game).

Owl House Evidence:

The Owl House by Dana Terrace also has connections to Gravity Falls. In The Owl House Season 1 Episode 4, "The Intruder", on King's board of Demons you can see an image of Bill Cipher. There is also evidence that suggests that Stanley Pines once dated Eda. It is confirmed in Gravity Falls Books and websites that Stanley once married someone named "Marylin Fakenamé" (and yes I had to copy-paste that é), and when travelling around Earth, Eda used the name Marylin. Plus, Marylin Fakenamé tried to steal Stan's car, which is definitely something Eda would do based on her personality. The "Space in-between" from Season 2's "Yesterday's Lie" and Season 3's "Watching and Dreaming" is likely part of the Nightmare Realm, which in Gravity Falls Journal 3 is described as "The dimension between dimensions". It can be assumed (though I don't have tons of evidence for this) That the space in-between only occurs when universes are close enough together that they can be breached by a powerful enough energy (for example, Titan's Blood)

Amphibia Evidence:

The Owl House also has connections to the show Amphibia, for example in the Season 2 Finale "King's Tide", at the end where the Hexside Gang is sent to Earth, a news article on Luz's mom's tablet reads "Girl lost in frog land - Hoax?", with an image of Anne below. An obvious reference to Amphibia. However, there is more evidence connecting Amphibia immediately to Gravity Falls. In season 2 episode "Wax Museum", Anne and the Plantars arrive at a frog version of the Mystery Shack. Which is obviously a Gravity Falls reference. The upside down pyramid on the bottom of Andrias' castle/spaceship may also be a reference to the Fearmid from Gravity Falls' Weirdmageddon. Though the largest evidence of all is THAT THE CORE LITERALLY APPEARS IN THE THERAPRISM WITH BILL CIPHER IN THE BOOK OF BILL. Perhaps the Three Stones Deity / Calamity works closely with the Axolotl, and that's how it ended up in the Theraprism after death.

Chibiverse Evidence:

Chibiverse is confirmed to exist by the Book of Bill: To quote directly from Bill Himself: "A terrifying Chibiverse where everyone's limbs are sanded down to nubs". This adds a few extra shows to our list. These include The Ghost and Molly McGee, Star Vs the Forces of Evil, Big City Greens, Ducktales, and most importantly for this Theory: Phineas and Ferb. (Due to the Phineas and Ferb connection, both Milo Murphy's Law and Hamster and Gretel are connected as well)

However if you think Chibiverse shouldn't be seen as canon, I have more evidence. In the Book of Bill, Bill does a QNA with himself. The question to end the QNA is "Is it true that you are the biological father of Phineas from 'Phineas and Ferb'?" To which Bill promptly ends the interview. This 100% confirms Phineas and Ferb to exist in this multiverse somewhere (it also hints that Bill MIGHT be Phineas' father, based on how defensive he is of it. Though this might just mean Bill sees the question as too dumb to deserve a real answer), however this brings up one major question: how?

Putting it all together:

We know that Phineas and Ferb has it's own explanation for the Multiverse. In "Phineas and Ferb the Movie: Across the Second Dimension", Other Universe Baljeet explains that in the Phineas and Ferb Multiverse, energy flows between alternate universes in a clockwise formation. This goes against what we know about the Disney Multiverse, where dimension hopping never had to obey this rule… right?

However, I came up with an explanation that MIGHT just fix this issue. Three words: Central Finite Curves.

For Context, In the show Rick and Morty, the first 5 seasons took place within within this large multiversal superstructure called the Central Finite Curve. Its purpose was to separate the universes where Ricks were the smartest from all the other universes. This was likely to avoid competition from beings of equal intelligence, possibly such as the Newts or possibly even Bill Cipher himself.

This could be a reasonable explanation for the inconsistencies: Phineas and Ferb may be within a - or possibly even THE - central finite curve. The reason they can only travel with the flow of energy can be explained simply by the intelligence of the Ricks, or possibly a contingency plan from the Ricks in case people actually figured out Interdimensional Travel.

Unrelated Side note:

Side note, but it occurred to me while writing this that Heinz Doofenshmirtz might just be the Rick of his universe, considering he has technology that seemingly allows him to travel between dimensions without the need for the clockwise rule, seeing how Dictator Doofenshmirtz was able to send his robots into the main dimension. This is unlikely due to him not being named Rick Sanchez but it is just an idea. Or the Rick of the Phineas and Ferb universe just lives far away from Danville. If Dictator Doofenshmirtz also isn't a Rick, its heavily implied that his dictatorship only effects the Tri-State Area, leaving room for a regular Rick somewhere in the US.

Back to the Theory:

Now, Phineas and Ferb being in this timeline has a lot of issues that need to be accounted for. Let's start with Phineas and Ferb: Mission Marvel. Yes, this does add the MCU into the Disney Multiverse. Yes, this breaks quite a lot. Yes, its thanks to post-endgame content introducing timelines as their way of explaining the multiverse. To fix this, I will simply assume that a single "Timeline" is a physical part of a single "universe" and that branching timelines create pocket universes which can eventually grow into new universes. It is also possible (Though very, VERY Unlikely) that Ricks were involved in the MCU's "Multiversal War". In case it is not obvious, I do NOT want to spend more time than ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY covering the paradox that is the MCU being here.

Moving onto Phineas and Ferb Star Wars, we can assume two things: One, its not canon and doesn't add Star Wars to the timeline. Two, its based far enough in the future and far enough away where it doesn't really affect the overall timeline of events and can exist as it's own thing in a galaxy far, far away while Bill Cipher, the Newts, and all the other multiversal beings decide to focus on the Milky Way Galaxy. The second hypothesis would make Star Wars canon to the Disney Multiverse but separate enough from the main events to be inconsequential in the grand scheme of things. The first Hypothesis just writes things off as non-canon, which is BORING, so I refuse to accept it, which is why I lean towards Hypothesis 2.

Extra info for timeline's sake:

Inside Job has a lot of triangle-based memorabilia, though as confirmed by Alex Hirsch, just having an eye of Provenance doesn't make it a Bill Cipher reference. However what is evidence is Bill Cipher referencing Inside Job. Which he does, in the Gravity Falls Box Set. This adds it to the timeline.

Alex Hirsch has also confirmed The Simpsons to be canon, which adds Family Guy, Bobs Burgers, and possibly King of the Hill to this timeline. However, we can assume this to not be in the same universe as Gravity Falls, Amphibia and The Owl House due to the fact that Futurama takes place in the Year 3000, the same time as the Time Baby War shown in Gravity Falls episode "The Time Traveller's Pig". So yes, The Simpsons is in the same Multiverse, however it does not take place in the same Universe.

Technically, Greek/Roman mythology is canon due to the Book of Bill. (Kronos, the titan from Greek Mythos who ate his own children, is seen in the Theraprism in TBOB.)

Well, that's my theory on how this all makes sense.

TLDR: Phineas and Ferb is in the Central Finite Curve and Phineas doesn't have the tech to go anywhere but along with the flow of energy holding it together, making it make sense in the wider Disney and Beyond Multiverse.

Bonus: I will have to redo my entire timeline of events due to this post. If Chibiverse is to be believed, then there are more shows and movies that are canon then I mentioned. Once I'm out of school and heading for college, I will binge ALL of these shows PLUS Chibiverse to create a COMPLETE timeline.

[keter-kan]

Okay!! I've been working on something for a really long time with some oc's that are near and dear to my heart ♡ I've gotten quite a bit already written, a bit less edited. I'm thinking of doing some more in-depth posts about the characters and their lore, if anyone would be interested! Possible first chapter post tomorrow?

Also, you're not allowed to make fun of me for the shit formatting of this post. I'll figure it out eventually, I swear.

tw: heavy mentions of sa, p*dophelia, abuse, death, murder

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Broken Legends

Prologue

Leandra’s father abused her as a child, but everyone could see that clear as day. The people knew of the king’s predilection for little girls, but none seemed to care enough to do much about it. Either that, or their fear was too great to intervene. Blood right, birth right, sovereign right, whatever they wanted to use as an excuse for the deranged, disgusting behavior of the man whose father’s father staked his claim on the coastal kingdom of Aphoreum.

He never touched his son; little boys weren’t his taste. He rarely touched his wife—may her soul flow freely��but she certainly seemed to keep him in line. Until her death, there was a restraint to him that withered away as she did; rotting and leaving a smell no one could erase from his soul.

Queen Imogen died under seemingly un-mysterious circumstances. She didn’t fall suddenly ill after a lifetime of health, she didn’t claim abuse, and she certainly didn’t suspect that someone quite close to her could be the cause of her failing body. Everyone mourned for the appropriate period of time.

Everyone except the children, of course. They still find themselves mourning the idea of a mother they could barely remember. To Leandra, her mother was strong and wise, the way a woman should be. To her older brother, Callum, there was the abandonment of the only woman who would unconditionally love him. She chose to remember a legacy, while he was bound to the anger he felt towards the undeserving dead.

The first child, the original heir, was sickly; an affliction seen often in the more recent royal blood. Really, though, the only difference from the royal blood and that of all peasants was its incestuous nature. That was something the Terrance Reign brought back to the royal line after nearly a century of free marriages.

Heir to Aphoreum, Prince Terance VIII, died peacefully in his sleep on the night of his tenth birthday. Those who said his mother killed him to give him a better life soon found their heads in burlap sacks, so not many say that anymore. It was soon after Terance was dead that their mother went to join him.

Callum was named the successor to the throne just a day after his mother’s funeral. After the grand ceremony, as the succession of High Councilors and Noblemen kissed the stones at Callum’s feet, Leandra’s father took her away where no one would see for the first time.

From that moment forward, Leandra had a new understanding of her place in the palace. While her brother grew up to become the king he wasn’t meant to be, her father taught her what being a woman of royal blood really meant: when her brother left on his journey to become a man, she would go with him and ensure pure heirs.

Aphoreum’s soul was born of the blood shed by those who fought and killed the demons plaguing the land. Countless villages were saved, small kingdoms sprouting throughout. As men pushed forward, demons fled back to the oceans, leaving Aphoreum to be conquered by whoever was left. At least, this is what was taught to the people.

There are thousands of dusty and cracked scrolls of parchment scattered throughout all cities and towns in Aphoreum containing the history of the land; how the Gods rewarded us with lush fields and bountiful rivers for banishing all of their enemies to the sea. That is, to this day, where they are said to dwell.

Things started crumbling at the end of Aphoreum’s War, started by none other than Terrance the First. It took five generations, yet they reigned victorious. For the first time since anyone could remember, the entirety of Aphoreum was ruled under one king. None of the other prior kingdoms were proud of that. With their previous rulers executed during the Reckoning—the day Aphoreum’s War was officially won—they fell into disarray. Villages plundered, women sold to richer men, entire ways of life decimated under the fist of a barbarian king. For King Terrance VII, the duty to uphold total power over all of Aphoreum was a goal only completed by the iron fist of his forebearers. He held to the pride of men who fought for honor while he sat upon his plush throne.

Leandra was literate thanks to an old wetnurse that her father had killed when she was eleven. Once she was no longer needed to feed Leandra’s bastard half siblings, she was sent with the Wind. After that, the only person ever present in Leandra’s life was High Councilor Jonas, a man who never touched her unless to pat the top of her head. He taught her of Natural Chaos and what tarnishes the soul, but he also taught her that there are good odds and ends in the world, too. She just had to look very hard to see them.

Jonas was the sole educator of both Leandra and Callum, but also their father before them. He was a truce sent from the church to Terrance VI, begging him to forgive them for not modifying their scripture the first time he asked. After Grandpa Terrance killed the High Priest residing in the palace chapel, they changed their tune. Jonas, however, understood the weight of the duty he’d been assigned. To teach the young is to mold the innocent in whatever way you see fit. But not every child is as easily molded. Terrance was a child full of hate, instilled in him by his own violent father. Callum seemed to be taking after his father in more ways than one, although Jonas continued every day to try to stray him from that path. Leandra, however, was different.

Before being sent to the palace, Jonas’s congregation of High Councilors—beknown to him or not—swore upon themselves that they would right the wrongs of the Natural Chaos afflicting the royal blood, whether that be by violence or sacrifice or any other means necessary. This was a promise the church sat upon for far too many generations to count if it hadn’t been for the numerals after each king’s name. But they had to bide their time. They had to bend their rules, change their faith, modify their scripture, all to appease the man they planned to overthrow. Another mighty aspect of the Terrance Reign was the slow and steady separation of the church from the crown, an unspoken duty bestowed to each heir as the generations passed.

It was through Jonas that Leandra learned of the world, the scrolls of scripture being her main escape, but not the modified texts of the Terrance Reign. Jonas was molding Leandra to be the savior Aphoreum needed, and this was the beginning.

Leandra would read the stories of the Gods who seemingly abandoned her. She found solace there, between the pages of their legends. The comfort of long forgotten rules set by wrongly worshipped Gods was the only kind of comfort she could afford.

Terrance was of a breed of man who more closely resembled their primal counterparts: feasting, fucking, and fighting. Not much else crossed his mind.

There are those who know better, despite class or background or who sits upon Aphoreum’s throne. But the rage projected by King Terrance found a home in the hearts of his men, creating a society of violence. There were few pockets throughout the kingdom where none could be found, most of which were under attack by those taking after their king.

On the day Callum turned twenty he found himself embarking on just such a conquest, yet one of a much different scale. A Wandering is any man’s rite of passage, giving him a year to stake his claim away from his family someplace else amongst the Waters and Winds. If they never returned after a year’s time, they weren’t ever meant to be a man. With Callum, however, his Wandering was an expedition into the known world with an army at his back and a ship full of wine. As were the odds of all those who could afford it, he would likely return more of a man than those without the gold in their pockets.

It was a simple plan with a grandiose design, allowing a full year of celebration for the future king of Aphoreum. Ships made of the finest timber harvested from the southern coasts, casks of wines and spirits shipped from around Aphoreum, clothes and finery made by request for his highness. With him would go his soon-to-be wife, Leandra.

The relationship Leandra shared with her brother wasn’t one of solidarity. He was to be his father’s spawn as Leandra was to be an instrument in his success. The moments of torture and humiliation caused by her father were in preparation to be used by the future king. Knowing this, she harbored many emotions for him, none of which she understood. She knew he was tainted the same way their father was before him, and their children would be after them, and she prayed that something—anything—could steer her fate in any other direction, for she knew his never would be.

When Jonas approached her after class, crumpled parchment in a High Councilor’s shaking hands, she took it without question. She looked in his eyes and saw the pain he felt, the longing for the Gods to make the world what it once again should be.

When she unfurled the note, she needed no further explanation than what was found there. Stained with the sweat of her mentor’s hands, four simple words bleeding into the page; Jump. You’ll know when.

The final weeks leading to her brother’s Wandering were full of tension. Leandra unfurled the parchment in her hands night after night, feeling the scratches of ink fade away as she rubbed it between her fingers.

Jump.

She could barely contain her excitement. She was going to weasel her way out of the chain of command. The only man who ever truly understood her the way the Gods intended had devised a plan for her to escape.

You’ll know when.

Stiff in her seat at the Grand Table, Leandra watched her plate as the men feasted around her. Tomorrow morning the Wandering would begin, and as the fleet of Aphoreum’s ships left the harbor, she would have to be ready to flee at any moment. She knew what Jonas meant about knowing when: she needed to wait for a message from the Gods. She would pray and worship and fast and deny herself the pleasures of life to prepare herself for the message she knew the Gods would give her. She would be ready.

When the sun rose over the harbor the following morning, Leandra was at peace for the first time since she was last held by her mother. She felt as though there was finally a real purpose to her plight in life and that she would be able to break the mold that her many greats-grandfather had created here. She felt as though she—alone—could crumble the system built by generations of the world’s most appalling men.

They set sail on a glorious day. Callum made a speech just after King Terrance, pushing the entire kingdom into a week-long celebration. Bottles broken, oars heaved, sails unfurled, and they were out of the mouth of harbor in just a few hours’ time.

For the first week of their voyage, Leandra didn’t speak with Callum. Not that he had much to say to her, anyway, besides the remarks of needing to secure an heir before the year’s end. Every night he’d mention it, and every night she’d comply, silently awaiting the sign promised her.

After that first week, Leandra grew a bit restless. And the week that followed that one made her even worse. The further they traveled from Aphoreum, the more the bruises left by her father healed, the more Leandra thought that there wouldn’t be a message, or maybe she had missed it… She started toying with the idea of living a life with her brother and what that could entail for her. She couldn’t stomach the thought of living in a world that her Gods had forsaken, but if she could make her brother see things the way Jonas had intended, maybe there could be a change.

When she finally spoke to her brother, she asked him if he’d care to know her, because, really, they just knew so little of each other.

He said he very much would. He was strong, but he was nervous. He couldn’t ever rule the way his father intended, but he wanted to try.

She said she could help him, if he’d let her.

They were children. What little they could have learned through life was filtered through their father’s vision. But he wasn’t here with them now.

The storm hit just three days from where they would dock. As the rain pelted the decks of the ships and the waves swelled, Callum’s men remained calm. They knew how to work a ship in a storm. For a while, everything remained intact. The fleet, the men, even Leandra.

But the storm became something else. After countless hours of toiling under the whip of rain and wind, the air started to become heavy with the stench of something bigger. As the waves turned from rolling hills to staggering cliffs and the raindrops into daggers, the men started to lose themselves.

The young ones jumped first. Callum was called from his cabin, forced to peel Leandra from his side. As she huddled amongst the furs adorning the mattress, Callum entered into a scene from the pits of the Gods’ hatred.

He was met with a force of nature never defeated by any king. As the ship was flung from one wave to the next, Callum’s men were dropping to their knees and scraping themselves towards the rails, throwing themselves into the raging sea. As he inched over the deck, grabbing the rigging and buckets dropped by his men, he saw a look on their faces that reminded him of his mother’s corpse in her ornate casket; there was no soul within them. Not anymore.

Screams were swallowed by the waves and the winds, words lost and breath wasted. As Callum pleaded with his mean until his throat was bloody and cracked, it overtook him.

She was calling to him. No, no…

Singing.

It was subtle at first, a slow drone playing at the base of his skull, humming away as he grabbed at his men bent on suicide. The more he pleaded, the harder his skull thrummed, filling his head with a desire unknown to man. As the irritation started to spread and his screaming and howling continued to fail, the soft beads of sound started to poke pin-pricks in the humming, driving Callum to gasp and shake with momentary relief before again being swallowed by the desperation. As another wave threw the ship far off course and doused the men in water colder than ice, he broke.

“Mother?”

She was there. Her golden hair cascading down her shoulders, her naked form hovering above the railing of the ship, situated the way a God would be. When Callum locked eyes with her, he felt that she was truly there, waiting for him to reach her.

She called to him, sang to him, cooed over the man he had become. Tears mixed with the rain and sea as they poured down Callum’s cheeks. He slowly made his way towards her.

Leandra emerged from the cabin as the thrumming started to overtake her. Her shift whipping in the wind and her hair matted to her head from the rain, she saw the horrors on deck.

The Gods had sent their message.

Tears brimmed in her eyes, too, but they didn’t get the chance to meet the wood of the ship. Leandra trusted her Gods. She trusted Jonas.

She jumped.

There was no sound as she hit the water. There was no cold embrace of the ocean, no being swallowed by the waves. She let herself be taken fully, succumbing to her fate.

Although she wasn’t expecting pleasure, nor was she expecting the pain.

Hands grabbed at the shift plastered to her skin, ripping it from her body in mere seconds. As the thrumming ceased in the back of her skull, she was taken in a way no one had taken her before. Not the man slaves who lurked after her in the palace, not her brother who she grew to love, not even her father, who defiled her in a way no other living thing could.

While her soul was ripped apart, shredded down to the sand that littered the ocean floor, she knew her Gods had forsaken her.

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Leandra had no recollection of returning home. One moment she was suffering the pain of all the Natural Chaos, and the next she was dragging herself across the wharf, blood trailing in her wake. The moon was full.

Jonas found her and took her back to her father at the palace.

Her skin was burnt, her hair missing in chunks. Her bones poked through her skin like they wanted to free themselves from its cage. Her eyes drooped in their sunken sockets, unable to comprehend the world around her. She cried her story to Jonas, who begged her father to let a healer see her, even just one from the church. He refused.

For Leandra was with child, and heavily so. Her body, slowly failing her, was feeding something inside of her that wasn’t human.

She was pregnant when Jonas lifted her from the harbor, but the progression of her state was faster than it should’ve been; her stomach bruising and aching and protruding more every day. Her bones became brittle, her legs sitting at crooked angles and her neck unable to support the weight of her head. Upon the next full moon, when the tides were high, Leandra called for Jonas with what little strength she had left.

He leaned down to her ear, her breath almost too light to decipher the words.

“Please,” she whimpered, “don’t let him kill my daughter.”

That night, as her screams of labor began, Jonas pleaded once again with the king. Terrance, with a glare in his eye, allowed for a wetnurse from the palace chapel. He wouldn’t permit anyone besides himself and Jonas in the chambers, let alone a practiced healer. The nurse was the most she would get.

When she arrived, the horror that overcame her hit a part of her soul that hadn’t ever been touched before. The king demanded death to the child upon delivery, bolting the door behind them as he left.

When Jonas asked her to defy him, her soul said yes, as the woman had done for him many times before.

She died without seeing the full moon that night. As her child took their first breath, Leandra took her last.

Her child was a beautiful monster. A writhing mass of body, shifting in form while the wetnurse clung to his mottled skin. Within a moment, the child opened his eyes, and ceased being a monster. He was a baby, covered in his mother’s blood, eyes peering into those of the woman who held him.

When the king asked for proof of the death of the monster upon the following morn, Jonas provided a mangled piglet’s corpse. The wetnurse, covered in cattle entrails, told Terrance it took more work than she’d have thought to kill such a small beast. He was satisfied.

Leandra’s body was burned in the kitchen fires by Jonas’s hand, as Terrance commanded. There would be no funeral. There would be no knowledge of the children who failed at their Wandering. That would be the end of their stories. Terrance would find a concubine to produce a legitimate heir amongst the few cousins he had left. Aphoreum would live on.

But so did Leandra’s child, deep in a forest untouched by man, left in the hands of powerful women that the Gods would grow to fear.

[just-a-bored-writer]

Between The Pages, I Found Your Heart | Crowley X Human Reader, Part 2

Gift for @orangegaytorade

You had devoted your studies, and honestly to this extent, your life, to the study of Judeo-Christian lore. You were one of the best in your field, a dedication of hours of work, blood and tears. And if your thesis advisor hadn't noticed, others had. Beings far older, far more powerful, whose existence you had studied but never believed were real. Oh but they were very real, and the King of Hell, in his war against Heaven and the Winchesters, would have great use for your knowledge. Knowledge was power after all and among mortals, you were the most powerful.

Fandom: Supernatural

Relationships: Crowley/Reader

Characters: Human Reader, Crowley, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Additional Tags: Reader-insert, Crowley-centric, Beauty and the Beast Retelling, Meet-Cute, (kidding Crowley kidnap the reader. there is nothing cute about it. don't try this in real life), Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Bickering as Flirting, Domestic Fluff, Late Night Conversations, Slow Burn, No Smut

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Kidnapping, Mentions of Torture, Blood and Injuries, Blood Sharing

Set during Season 8 and 9.

Chapter 1 , Chapter 3

Chapter 2: The Allure of the Forbidden Fruit

You woke up, drowning in pillows and satin sheets and honestly? You just wanted to close your eyes and fall back asleep. It was the best sleep you had in your entire life, a dreamless one. No stress-induced fever dreams, no nightmare scenarios where your family forgot about you. Only the bliss of nothingness.

And then you remembered. 

Crowley, his offer, the chase in the library. Furious red eyes glowing in the dark. 

You've never gotten out of bed so quickly. You practically jumped to your feet, black blankets falling behind you like a waterfall. You were still in the same clothes as the day before, or the last time you were still conscious, but your phone was gone from your backpocket. Raising a hand to your temple, you noticed the trail of dried blood spreading down to your neck. Crowley must have knocked you out, pushing your head against the bookshelves. And considering the searing pain that was throbbing in your skull, he must have put more force into it than necessary. Asshole. 

But you weren't dizzy and you weren't seeing stars yet, that was something. There was no sign of your captor in the room you had woken up in. The walls were high, like a cathedral, and lit by candlelight. There were no windows or doors on the cold stone walls, just carvings depicting the nine circles of hell. Damned souls burning for eternity, their faces contorted with pain. You approached slowly, as if hypnotized. There was a certain beauty, a certain purity in this suffering. You brushed the stone with your fingers, stopping on a demon wearing a crown.

The stone sank in on itself a few inches with a resounding click, before revealing a hidden door. You blinked, unsure of what had just happened. Was this a trap or was Crowley just that arrogant? When you hesitantly stepped out of the room and no blasting alarm or red light went off, you decided to take your chances. 

The rest of the place Crowley had taken you to was similar to the room you had woken up in. Sinuous hallways that spiraled endlessly into the shadows of the building, your every step echoing in the stifling silence that surrounded you. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to leave the mirage of security that your room offered you. But when you tried to retrace your steps to go back, you realized that you had absolutely no idea where you were. 

Well, shit. 

Most of the doors on your path were closed but that didn’t stop you from trying to open them, foolishly hoping that one of them would lead to your freedom. You had no idea what Crowley truly wanted of you but you had no intention to find out. Until suddenly, one of them opened. Not to your freedom but something so much better, your own version of Heaven. The largest library you've ever seen, books as far as the eye can see. The room practically hummed with dormant power, the knowledge of the entire world just at your fingertips.

“I see you already found your way to the library,” a voice whispered in your ear, so close to your skin it made you shiver. “I should have known I would find you here.”

You jumped and scrambled away as far as possible from Crowley, not forgetting how your last encounter had ended. Crowley watched you intensely but didn’t stop you, his hands in his suit pocket, completely at ease. You couldn’t help but let your eyes be drawn to his face, searching for a trace of the wounds you inflected him, searching for proof that he was in fact vulnerable. There were none. 

It made you all the more conscious of your fragile, of the blood staining your skin, of the fact that you – unlike Crowley – could die at any moment. And Crowley knew that too. 

“Don’t act like you know me,” you snapped, hating the smug look on his face. 

“Don’t I?” Crowley drawled. “I could tell you where you were born, the college your little sister goes to or the social security number of your ex. But that’s not what’s interesting about you, no. I misjudged you at first, I thought it was arrogance, pride in your work but it's different. It's more. You're a curious little human, willing to trust the Serpent if the price is the knowledge of the world. You're aching to know.”

Crowley slowly walked up to you, backing you into a bookshelf. He was slightly taller than you, just enough that you had to look up to stare at him in the eyes. With a snap of his fingers, an apple materialized into his hands, red and tempting, and he held it between the two of you in invitation. 

“So what will it be Eve? Will you trust the Serpent?” Crowley asked sulphurously, his hand sliding up to your neck. He squeezed, slowly killing your breath. “Or will you breathe for the last time while it wraps itself tightly around your neck?”

“What do you want?” you managed to articulate with difficulty. 

“Good girl,” Crowley praised you, releasing you and biting into the apple, juice running down his jaw. “Now let’s talk business.”

Crowley sat down at one of the long ebony tables, inviting you to do the same with his eyes. You complied, glaring at him, a hand massaging your sore throat. 

“Let me reintroduce myself,” Crowley started. “I’m Crowley, King of Hell.”

“I thought Lucifer was running Hell,” you couldn’t help but jab at him. 

“Not since I put him back in his Cage,” Crowley snarled, static power crackling in the air. “Make no mistake, I’m neither merciful nor patient. I won’t hesitate to dispose of you if your petulance outweighs your usefulness.”

You looked down, not wanting to piss him off any more than you had. There was a time for everything, and right now, it was about survival. 

Crowley seemed satisfied by your reaction and he continued. “I am looking for a Word of God. Before his fall Lucifer stole it and hid it on Earth. I need you to find me its location.”

“How do you want me to do that? I don't know anything about Lucifer. A few days ago, I didn't even know demons were real. Surely one of your minions could do a much better job than I,” you said, puzzled. 

"Don't underestimate yourself, darling. This is your moment, you've studied this your whole life. And every book in this room is yours to browse to help you in your task. A copy of every book that exists and has existed is within these walls. My personal pride,” Crowley answered. “Besides, I trust you more than my minions as you so kindly put it.”

“Really? You trust me?” you asked, still not convinced. 

“Well, you won’t get out of here anytime soon,” admitted Crowley, smirking. “But that doesn't mean your stay in my home has to be uncomfortable. You are free to use and explore any room you manage to enter.” 

“Will you ever let me go?” you finally gathered the courage to ask. 

“That's what we'd all like to know, wouldn’t we?" Crowley answered, smiling mischievously. 

You weighed your options, Crowley wasn't letting you go anytime soon and had the power to make your life hell. Literally. The safest option was to accept, for now.

“You’ve got yourself a deal,” you sighed, holding out your hand across the table to Crowley. 

Crowley grabbed your hand but instead of shaking it, used it to pull you to him, kissing you forcefully. His lips were cold and hard, devoid of any passion. It was like kissing a dead man. 

Crowley bit your lower lip playfully, smiling lazily against your mouth. “Delighted to do business with you.”

The second chapter is here and there was a kiss! Reader has agreed to work with Crowley, for now. But will they succeed in cohabiting in the long term, nothing is less certain. Especially considering Reader's propensity to try to kill Crowley.

I'm done planning this story and I'm sorry if it's something you don't like, but it's definitely going to be a slow burn. I want to avoid their love story being due to Stockholm syndrome so nothing romantic will happen between them while Reader is kidnapped. But that doesn't mean they won't get closer during this time ;)

Last thing, Crowley doesn't call Reader Eve because it's their first name but as a nickname and a taunt to their curiosity.

[octahedral-chaos]

So... I have the urge to lore dump.

GET READY

Alright, so Dreams, Nightmares, Magic, Stone and Blood is an alternate Universe set in the mess that is League of Legends. And also the less of a mess that is the Mageseeker.

It all starts post canon. And by post canon, I mean after what ever the mess that is the plot and lore of Demacia.

So Valorant comes into play in an timeline that has already diverged from the original mess of a timeline. She was born some years after everything by a Rebirth Nexus.

A Rebirth Nexus is essentially an artifact made up of other artifacts that reacts with blood. And depending on how much blood is spilled, a kid will essentially spawn in.

Ask me how later, anyway, her parents' blood mixed with the Rebirth Nexus made from the very things that nearly nuked the entire continent a few thousand years prior.

By this point mages should be still integrating back into society as the laws are being rewritten to account for the magical population.

Time passed... And she didn't.

It because obvious that she stopped aging after two decades after she turned twenty-four. It became obvious that she was immortal.

Year passed again, she opened her own street food shop, took up glass work as a hobby, and she also tried her best not to get dragged into politics.

Then her Father died.

Then her Dad.

She disappeared for a decade.

Then she came back thankfully.

Several centuries passed, mages have their rights, the current monarch was having a field day with the heir issue, and Valorant is hanging up AroAce colors in her shop to terrify everyone with. Because she managed to stuff her Demon Cat (Fiddlesticks) into a matching AroAce color scheme outfit.

And then she got kidnapped and two days later, she was crowned Queen of Demacia.

You know how I said that the current monarch was having a field day with the heir issue?

To explain, Demacia has a Feudal Monarchy system. Originally before the Dynasty, Kings and sometimes Queens and Monarchs were voted into the life long office of royalty by the council of Nobles. Heirs are also voted to be eligible and capable. And then the Dynasty had four kings in a row before the last one abdicated and returned it to a Feudal Monarchy system.

Valorant's Father was the last king of that Dynasty.

Originally, he had passed a law that essentially forbid any decedents or his daughter to rule.

Jokes on him she has two stomach and no womb.

And jokes on her cause the current monarch is tired of the shit the council is pulling off with trying to put a member of individual Houses on the throne and plans to abdicate. Not with out a plan though.

So two years earlier they conducted a search for Valorant after finding an old journal that was the registry for the Dynasty, recording births and deaths and marriages.

Valorant was registered.

So after a bit of ignoring old laws and overturning that one specific law, Valorant was essentially thrown onto the throne.

How did the Council even agree to this?

Simple, the previous Monarch was rumored to be very persuasive. (Blackmail. Infinite blackmail.)

Anyway, Valorant was Crowned and the moment that crown touched her head, that's when the extreme hyper-empathy disorder started to develop.

Being essentially born from the very Runes that possibly made and nearly destroyed the continent, and considering the Rune's magic was spread across her kingdom because of Peticite (White stone like material that can drain magic) structures, buildings, shrines, ect. Valorant started to feel what her people felt.

Everywhere.

It made her one of the most successful Queens to date because she knew exactly what was happening in her kingdom.

It came at a price.

She started to loose more control over her emotions, especially anger and her impulse control was practically zero in the first few months. It was only because of her Demon Cat that she managed to not blow her kingdom to kingdom come. Her dual sides came out later after several wars. It was a trauma response, a coping mechanism. And a good one at that.

Soon enough the problem of her immortality rose, so Valorant proposed an idea. She would rule for eighty years and take a twenty year break. So that way she gets a vacation and that some people can take the reigns for a while.

She always gets called back early because shit always seems to go down when ever she's somewhere else.

It went on like this until the end of the world.

And guess what?

SHE FUCKING SURVIVED IT!

Because she survived, Fiddlesticks and few other demons that feed on human emotion still exist with her, albeit very weakened and barely sentient on Fiddlestick's level.

She spent like a few hundred thousand years in emptiness. No longer plagued by an emotional over stimulation. But still dealing with deprivation. And boredom.

And then one day, the Creator that made her diverged timeline, decided to YEET her back into the past YEARS before her birth and INTO AN ERA WHERE HER OWN KINGDOM WANTS HER DEAD CAUSE SHE IS A MAGE.

All of that hate and anger after so many years of nothing...

It was not a good combo and she nearly blew up her kingdom again!

Fiddlesticks is the best Demon Cat and calms her down, and now Valorant has to navigate a world where her Father and Dad are alive, but one of them is pretty anti-magic and the other is stuck somewhere in a prison.

Joy.

So now here she is trying to stop the genocide and save everyone that died. She does not want to deal with this. But she has to.

Also she gets to bond with her Grandfather! Yay! He's surprisingly funny and is so in on the betting over love lives with her.

Sorry for not answering this sooner-

Anyways, poor Valorant... she needs a hug-

[curseofpower]

Though it's not discussed yet probably obvious, I'll make this my first little lore post.

Ganondorf did not attack the Gerudo in cold blood for no reason. It was clear he was a good leader, a hero to his people (as stated). As strong willed as they are, I don't think the Gerudo would have tolerated him otherwise, but thats just my opinion. I mean.. He was clearly their king for at least 40 years if not more.

It was after he took the stone and transformed into a demon that their alliegences changed. There was a split, some following him still, some fleeing to try to make their own settlements away from him and his monster swarm. Of course he wouldn't stand for that. Being who he is, he saw no other choice but to group them all back together by force. Once that was done, we hear of the last free settlement falling, and that's literally all we hear. To me it was pretty obvious... the answer was civil war.

This post is largely bc I saw someone claiming he just attacked them first for no reason. But there was one. He's stated as being their sole chief before he 'changed'. That's a pretty clear indicator to me. Feeling betrayed, knowing the Gerudo wanted to side with hyrule or largely did because of his new power, he did not leave them free of his wrathful curses. If anything I think it'd feel more personal... He was cast out of his home due to what he became. He had nothing left to go back to even before 10,000 years passed.

That combined with Hyrule's stubbornness and an ingrained hatred for the kingdom likely turned his goals from conquering to take it for his people to razing it to the ground. He felt the world betrayed him so he wanted it all to burn. Even if it meant killing himself in the process.

[doodlesbf]

Lore on Blind child au

Aka legend of the blind hero

(☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆)

The beginning there was nothing and in darkness as well as Null.. the Dark God

Three beings arrived to battle against Null, which took a long time til Null ended up defeated, and the three used their strongest abilities seal Null to be a deep sleep, and with the help of the golden three create the world in order to keep Null sealed and never break out

the three used their strongest abilities, and each of them sacrificed a piece of themselves in order to make the Planet

Demise - a piece of his flesh

Hyila - her wings (that's on her back, which Severing herself to fly forever)

Freya - her eyes

Golden three create only the simple layout of land,water and mountain, and desert than later on the sacred Triforce

Freya, hyila and demise, They rule the lands of hyrule in union, and there's never any signs of trouble they even take time to gather around to each other like old friends

Each god/goddesses have aain rule in the lands and Bounded by important rules, but they mainly follow three rules

Rule 1: they have to create beings, materials, language, etc. from the area that which their rule over from their own powers/abilities

Rule 2: each create one deity to protect the land they rule, each a sacred or Hidden song

Rule 3: NEVER STEAL THE SPIRIT STONE!! OR use the sacred material!! Never kill another god/ goddess!!!

Til all hell broke loose and a goddess died

Demise

Elder god and is the second powerful out of the three

His weapon is mainly a sword and uses a goblet as heavily weights as well as shields in his way

He created gerudos, gorons and dragons, and other reptiles like monsters

He was married to hyila til they divorced

His deity is unknown, but some say it's the death sword

Demise was blamed and framed as the murder of Freya

Demise vow revenge on hyila for her Treachery and lies

which turned him from a strong, respected God to the demon king, and only emotions he has are Malice

Hyila

The youngest goddess out of the three

Her weapons are a harp and a spear, holy bow & arrows though her magic needs work

Hyila created skyloftian (later hyrulian), rito, loftwing, and some monsters by mistake

She watches the mortals and their ways of life a lot instead of doing her goddess duties, which leads to many Conflicts with the two

Her deity is majora originally, an unholy creature that she abandoned plus left to dead in terria

She was married to demise, and it was a happy, even loving marriage, but she divorced him because she had fallen in love, aka love at first sight, to male hyrulian mortal

She is a very, very manipulative goddess. She even breaks every rules in secret and plans out a way to not only kill Freya, seal her too loyal deity , and put all the blame on demise

She envy/ hates Freya to the point she views herself as the one true goddess

Freya

Middle goddess, most powerful in magic

Her weapons are whip, shield

She created spirits, animals, zoras, zonai

Her deity is fierce deity

She had a vision of Null return, and after the outcome, that'll affect everything that made preparations, but she never saw her own death

She secretly used half of the sacred material and a piece of herself to make her master sword (fi)

Freya treats all the mortals as her children and some as good friend

Freya did dated a few mortals in Disguise as a mortals herself til she end the relationship peaceful and still remainder good friends with her exs

Freya spends most of her time with the spirits since she can see more clearly in her visions

Freya's death

Demise arrive to Frey temple and witness Freya murder and see hyila screaming and crying over Freya body before turn to crystals then crumble away to nothing. Fierce stood watching, blank faced..sword cover in gold blood. Demise went to attack Fierce which cause the land and temple to a disaster both unknowingly hyila watched the two battle with a Wicked grin on her face but soon move on to her next plan.

Eventually, demise has fierce beaten, but both aren't going down, but hyila came and use her ability to seal fierce in the mask as a punishment and she somehow turn to blame demise for her beloved sister death and Manipulated the mortals to believe demise killed Freya and hyila secretly cause problems for every races to be related to demise as demon king to curse the lands and it's people. She even stole the sacred material to make a sacred sword to kill her ex-husband and secret stone to unlock the ability to recarnate, but there's only one problem....demise place a recarnate curse the same time as hyila. His Malice/hatred will keep coming to kill her and her chosen hero forever.

Freya crystals made blue rabbits and other animal like beings, and some crystals are still in dormant waiting to be placed back together again by her chosen hero...

[wolfboyft]

New art! Music and a poem.

Poem transcript after the keep reading line. I tried hard to figure out a way to make the poem monospaced for the box drawing characters' sake, but... couldn't. Thanks Tumblr lol.

The Winds of Portent Tachytaenius 2025-01-19, 2025-02-04 Inspired by Dwarf Fortress' early lore.

This is the story of those slaves to Armok, God of Blood.

In his ghastly forge, in what ghastly form, He creates universes of bloodshed for his pleasure and amusement.

Chaos and pain swirl through the void of existence in winds of portent. A new universe is set upon the anvil of creation. Five planets? Six? No… just the one. A quiet star… perfect for a longer, slower play.

Twenty megabeasts. Five civilisations. He hopes for a great spectacle of tyranny and violence.

And in a pristine world of plenty, after the time before time, Armok lets his creations run. None know of his existence.

It is the age of myth.

Naked men from families of short histories prowl the deserts, plains, and swamps. Many times killing one another, they all hide from the monsters of myth. Dragons, hydrae, forgotten beasts, and titans of the world. Minotaurs, ettins, night trolls, and ghouls. The men live in fear.

It is the age of legends.

A colossus of bronze, a gigantic statue bent on mayhem and brutality, crushes the skull of the human king. Out of fear, the people worship the legendary beast. Many are slain by it still. …Armok is appeased.

In the desert, the dwarves strike the earth, and a great tower of cruelty is constructed. Filled with magma-- the blood of the earth itself-- it becomes a devilish symbol of dread. A war begins between man and dwarf. It is a spectacle of hate and hurt. Armok is appeased.

It is the age of heroes.

Men and dwarves, clad in steel and armed with monumental bravery, clash with many of the megabeasts. Most who go are felled. Some succeed.

Deep in the forests of the world, the elves grow their weapons for another war.

It is the golden age, now.

The humans strike the earth. A fortress-- a home-- is born. It is carved from the mountain with sweat and steel. There are grand works of water, and greater still are the spaces. Greatest of all are the treasures. A vault, laden with beautiful artifacts and craftsmanship of the highest order. Trade and craft flourish and thrive, for a time.

The elves become extinct.

Now it is the twilight age.

The humans strike the earth once more. In their struggles, they band together to build a monumental cathedral. It is a symbol of love for their god, begging for his care. The windows of the cathedral are made from gems. Star rubies, clear diamonds, levin opals, and much else besides. They depict images of war and peace, love and hate, hope and hurt. A river runs tenderly beside it.

The world has passed into the age of fairy tales.

One small enclave of suffering dwarves remains. In their desperation for the wealth and power they need to survive, they carve out layer after layer beneath the mountainhome. Mandates are barked and work orders rushed. The stone becomes no friend. They live in a dystopia; the mountain is their prison, not their father. They continue to mine for years on end.

They dig too greedily, and they dig too deep. One dwarf strikes through the adamantine into a hollow spire of spite. Grim, gruesome, grisly… A rush of horrific demonic forms bursts forth. It is terrifying. The aftermath is nauseating, and the smell of death in the mountainhome is overpowering. Armok feels tremendous pleasure at having let the dwarves experience such excruciating and harrowing deaths.

The world has passed into the age of civilisation.

There is luxury, stability, and a little decadence. It is only humans, now. All is mundane.

Impulsively, the God of Blood interferes. He makes his own Armageddon:

╒═════════════════════════════════╕ ▐/ \▌ ▐ THE·AIR·WILL·TURN·RED. ▌ ▐ BLOOD·WILL·RAIN·FROM·THE·SKIES. ▌ ▐ I·WILL·SEND·HATE·AND·HURT ▌ ▐ AS·EVERY·LITTLE·THING·DIES. ▌ ▐\ /▌ ╘═════════════════════════════════╛

The megabeasts destroy everything that was ever made by the minds that can speak and the hands that could learn.

The angel was never disturbed. The flickering cloth adorns its horns, and its swords-- made of the sparkling metal-- twitch with its arms.

Now it is the age of emptiness…

Only simple creatures remain. They roam the everlasting plane and the valleys of what creations once were. Microbes and small animals. Nothing much is left.

Armok quickly grows displeased. He casts the universe upon the anvil of creation to be reforged. Chaos and pain swirl through the void of existence in winds of portent, And the nature of reality bends and contorts with every blow of his breath. Perhaps a quick one this time.

[artistrichardhfay]

Article "Vampiric Creatures of Ancient Myth and Legend"

Ever since mankind first imagined mythic threats alongside the mundane, creatures that feasted on the blood or life-force of humans haunted the long, dark night. Blood-sucking monsters, life-draining fiends, and the revenant dead featured in the myths and legends of many diverse cultures across the globe and throughout history. Even though the concept of the vampire as an animated corpse feeding on the blood of the living became most fully developed in medieval Eastern Europe (Curran, 2005, p. 33; Richardson, n.d.), the idea of strange and supernatural creatures sustaining themselves on human vitality goes back centuries.

The great-great grandmother of vampiric creatures in Western lore may have been the winged female entity known as Lilith. This spiteful demoness entered early Hebrew tradition through Mesopotamian mythology about beings such as Lilitu, a wind and storm spirit (Matthews & Matthews, 2005, p. 366). Lilith was either Adam’s first wife or became his lover after the expulsion from the Garden of Eden. Jealous of the fruits of marital unions and angry over God’s destruction of hundreds of her own demonic offspring, Lilith became the vampiric bane of women in childbirth and newborn babes (Guiley, 2005, p. 181; Matthews & Matthews, 2005, p. 367.) She also sought sexual intercourse with lonely and vulnerable men, leaving her male victims exhausted or even dead after their night of sinful passion (Curran, 2006, p. 23). In an interesting parallel to vampire lore regarding the crucifix as a potent protection against the predatory undead, magic amulets and holy talismans could thwart Lilith’s unholy advances and infanticidal attacks (Guiley, 2005, p. 181; Matthews & Matthews, 2005, p. 366).

According to the apocryphal text Testament of Solomon, King Solomon encountered and eventually controlled a vampiric, shape-shifting demon named Ornias. During the construction of Solomon’s Temple of Jerusalem, Ornias appeared every day at sunset to steal a portion of the wages, food, and very soul of the head workman’s boy. The lad wasted away as the demon drained his life by sucking on his thumb. Given a magical ring by the archangel Michael, Solomon subdued the demon and ordered him to cut stone for the temple. Terrified to touch iron tools, Ornias begged to be freed. Solomon then sought the aid of the archangel Uriel, who commanded the demon to obey. Once his work was completed, Ornias was delivered to Beelzebub, the Prince of Demons (Guiley, 2005, p. 223; Peterson, 1997).

Babylonian and Assyrian storytellers told tales of the revenant ekimmus. Individuals that died violent deaths or suffered improper burials would be denied entry into the underworld. Doomed to walk the Earth, ekimmus troubled mankind by wreaking misfortune and destruction upon the living. These restless souls could also possess mortal bodies and proved to be very difficult to exorcise (Guiley, 2005, p. 117).

Ancient Greek mythology spoke of several blood-thirsty beasts and beings. Empusae, ghostly daughters of the goddess Hecate, frightened travellers to death and lured young men to bed to drain their life energies (Atsma, 2000, Empusa & Lamiae; Guiley, 2005, p. 117). Dark, grim-eyed keres, female death-spirits, hovered over battlefields to drink the blood of the wounded and dying. Some of the keres also personified plague and pestilence (Atsma, 2000).

The half-serpentine monster Lamia was yet another mythic beast that stalked the Grecian night. Once a mistress of the god Zeus, Lamia suffered a fell transformation at the hands of his jealous wife Hera. The goddess also destroyed all of Lamia’s children that arose from her illicit union with the lord of Olympus. Angered by her terrible fate, Lamia swore to kill the children of others. The lamiae became a class of female demons who stole newborns and seduced young men to feed on tender flesh and pure blood (Curran, 2006, p. 19; Guiley, 2005, p. 175; Matthews & Matthews, 2005, p. 361).

The Greek dead did not always remain in their graves. Dead men were known to shout abuses, torment passers-by, attack descendants and former neighbours, and even seek sexual intercourse with their grieving spouses. The Greeks that crossed between the worlds of the dead and the living appeared not as wispy phantoms, but rather as corporeal revenants, fully capable of maiming or even killing those around them (Curran, 2006, p. 17).

The Romans adopted many of the same terrifying beings found in Greek mythology, but they also added a few nightmares of their own. Along with the erotic night terrors known as incubi and succubae, Romans feared encountering horrible striges, female avian monstrosities that drank blood and spread disease (Curran, 2006, p. 20). Possibly born through the metamorphosis of hags into dreadful birds of prey, striges possessed misshapen heads and plundering claws. Poisonous milk filled their ungainly breasts. According to certain accounts, striges would peck at infants to feed on their blood and bowels or cause illness by offering children their poisoned milk (Curran, 2006, p. 20; Guiley, 2005, p. 268; Simboli, 1921, p. 33). Carna, the goddess of door hinges, could chase them away with magical incantations and rituals involving an arbutus branch, “drugged” water, and a white thorn twig (Simboli, 1921, p. 33).

Ancient cultures created a host of foul entities that exhibited many of the characteristics found in more recent vampire lore. Lilith, Ornias, empusae, keres, Lamia, and striges all dined on the blood, flesh, or life force of hapless humans. Striges and keres were also associated with disease, a trait shared with later vampire traditions. Ekimmus and Greek revenants returned from the dead to wreak havoc upon the living. Furthermore, some of the devices effective against many of these marauding beings, such as holy symbols and charms, were similar to what might be found in a vampire hunter’s array of armaments. Although certain aspects involving their creation and appearance differed from those found in later vampire beliefs, ancient vampiric creatures were thought to be as much a threat to humanity as their more recent cousins.

References:

Atsma, A. J. (2000). Keres, in theoi greek mythology. Retrieved Feb. 20, 2008, from http://www.theoi.com/Daimon/Keres.html

Atsma, A. J. (2000). Empusa and lamiae, in theoi greek mythology. Retrieved Feb. 20, 2008, from http://www.theoi.come/Phasma/Empousai...

Curran, B. (2006). Encyclopedia of the Undead: A Field Guide to the Creatures That Cannot Rest in Peace. Franklin Lakes: The Career Press.

Guiley, R. E. (2005). The Encyclopedia of Vampires, Werewolves, and Other Monsters. New York: Checkmark Books.

Matthews, J., & Matthews, C. (2005). The Elemental Encyclopedia of Magical Creatures: The Ultimate A-Z Guide of Fantastic Beings From Myth and Legend. London: HarperElement.

Peterson, J. H. (1997). The testament of Solomon (F. C. Conybeare, Trans.). In twilit grotto: Archives of western esoterica. Retrieved Feb. 20, 2008, from http://www.esotericarchives.com/solom...

Richardson, B. (n.d.). Vampires in myth and history. The vampire’s vault. Retrieved Feb 20, 2008, from http://www.chebucto.ns.ca/~vampire/vh...

Simboli, C. R. (1921). Disease-Spirits and Divine Cures Among the Greeks and Romans. New York: Columbia University. Retrieved Feb. 20, 2008, from http://books.google.come/books?id=Nvs...

(Article originally published in Hungur, Issue 6, Walpurgisnacht, 2008.)

[yaza-con-queso]

How does one do this for a oc they've never introduced.

So, Samuel Maxweld The 51st:

Son of Maxweld the 50th, current president of the Maxweld Corporation and Leader of the Nation of Apocalypse. His family is of ancient royal blood which has overseen ruling of Apocalypse for nearly as long as there was a Apocalypse, which formed after the conclusion of The Thousand Years Strife.

The family has over time reduced their political standing to mostly ceremonious and culturally significant standing. The natiom transitioning from monarchy to democracy as declared by King Maxweld the 30th. Since then the family has taken the role of being a aid group with the Maxweld Corporation, using its resources to better the lives of Apocalytians.

Samuel Maxweld is the next in line of succession as the only child of The 50th. But there is something much more sinister beyond the walls in the home of the Maxwelds.

To make a very long story short of it: Samuel lost his mother after he was born, technically 'died' during child birth, father is a demon who used science and magic to create clones of his son, but because he needs a new physical form about every century to maintain his presence in the physical world he used the cloning operation to create a sustainable and infinite number of host bodies. Not only that but that the bodies were all discarded to something known as The Throne, a giant stone monolith said to grant power to those who weilded it.

Samuel understandably freaks the fuck out about this and his only rational thought is to confront his father, if he even is at all his father, about this. Maxweld the 50th then goes 'yeah your correct' and either flings him or banishes him to the edge of the world where no one would find him and where he couldn't reveal the truth.

*Footnote: the edge of the world is known as The Pink Plastic Beach, both because it's a pollution dumping ground that has a ocean made of oil and beach of grinded plastic but also because it literally borders on the edge of the world. Like kingdom hearts space between worlds style void is beyond the beach.

There in his moment of darkness he makes it his life goal to kill or overthrow his father. Upon which a mysterious voice tells him that it will give him the power to do so in exchange that Samuel win it The Throne. Samuel agrees and the voice summons him a sword and tells him to complete the pact he must weild this weapon. Upon doing so revealing the spirit was infact Apocalypse himself, one of the two gods which clashed in the Thousand Years Strife.

And so Samuel goes on his mission with the aid of Apocalypse to beat the shit out of his Dad.

Authors note: there's so much Lore to all my blorbos. Samuel was one of the first ocs I really ever made next to another but that's for another time. This was fun and I may continue to these sorts of oc posts in the future. That or write a full on story Bible so I can finally put story I've made about my blorbos from my head down on paper in a proper format.

[jazzy-dreamer]

Yo hold on. The Archivists were never defeated. They left because they thought their job was done, but King is still alive. The titan trappers were never truly defeated either and we never see what happened to them. And we didn't exactly get to see what happened to Collector (I hope he gets an actual name eventually because he deserves more!!!!)

There's still so much of this world we can explore but we didn't get the opportunity because of the shortening. But what if there's a new opportunity? An opportunity to explore the new glyphs, and to possibly explore the rest of the demon realm (since we clearly saw there were other places) Speaking of, did Belos forget about all the other witches and demons all over the world or is the Boiling Isles the only populated place in the Demon Realm?

Maybe in this new opportunity we could finally see what the whole thing with "Seek the key fear the lock" is, because there was clearly meant to be something important there.

The Owl House is known for its lil riddles and Easter eggs and as far as I’m aware everything has led up to something and has had some sort of purpose, such as the first code in season 1 “Two Witches Torn Apart Now Alone Two Hearts Of Stone A Curse Of Feathers And Mud A Betrayal Of Blood”

And don’t even get me started on the lore of The Collectors. I mean look at that book!!!!! Yes it’s got thick pages but look at how the shot specifically wants to point out to us how big it is.

There’s still so little we know about them, but because of them everything in The Owl House is kicked off. Collie (Short for our Collector) is trapped because of the other Collectors tricking them and leading them to the Boiling Isles. Because of them, the Owl Beast is turned into a curse and Eda is cursed. Because of them, the titans were completely wiped out (apart from King) and because of them abandoning Collie on Earth, Belos finds them and well, ya know where that went. How long do ya think Collie was trapped for? We know it’s been hundreds of years. And the other Collectors haven’t seemed the slightest bit interested in finding him. It seems the moment they thought all the titans had been eradicated they figured their job was done and left. But where the what are they now? Off to other planets to eradicate or “collect” others? What if they were to come to the Human Realm? If they’re still in the stars, would Collie reunite with them after hundreds of years or would he still be alone up there? (Don’t get me started on Collie leaving that is literally the one thing I don’t like about the finale) Even if they did reunite, how would Collie react? How would the others react? What the actual what would happen?

ANYWAY THANKYOU FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK ABOUT WHY THE OWL HOUSE DESERVES A MOVIE WITH ALL THE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS FROM THE SHOW INCLUDING THE ARCHIVISTS AND OF COURSE COLLIE KAY BYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-

[theoretical-tactician]

In the Three Hopes trailer, Dimitri and Claude have their relic weapons, and Edelgard doesn't, it's intriguing

For sure. This probably means the story takes place at a point before Aymr is created, which would suggest the relic was built sometime late in the war.

I think it's a really cool detail they included, because there's a lot of lore/information related to Aymr that is never explicitly told in the game, but rather heavily implied and pointed towards. I'll put my whole explanation about Aymr under the cut.

For those unaware about the whole Aymr thing, give me a hot sec to divulge the info about it. Since the relics are all made of the bones of dead Nabatians, there can only be usable relics for those with crests of the dead dragons. Aymr uses the crest of Seiros, but we all know Seiros is alive as she is Rhea. This leaves Edelgard with no relic to give her an advantage in battle, putting her at a distinct disadvantage against descendants of the 10 heroes.

However, Edelgard also has the crest of flames. When the assault on the tomb happened, it was likely intended to obtain the sword of the creator for Edelgard to use. But since Byleth took it and was able to resonate with it (due to the crest stone in their heart), she was unable to take it for her own use as originally planned.

Without a relic and with her knowing how powerful her enemy is (in Crimson Flower she outright states that even with numbers at their advantage, the best of Adrestia are no match for the best of the Kingdom), she would need anything to push her advantage. Hence why she would work with TWSITD, as not only do they have a lot of puppets in the Empire, but they also are necessary for her to match up to her enemies.

This is why she would make use of demonic beasts and any advantage TWSITD would provide her in any non-Crimson Flower route. Without anyone to ground her and being at a disadvantage--as while the Empire had greater numbers than many, they were up against three different enemies--she needed anything she could get.

This brings about Aymr, as while she can stand her ground against any relic holder thanks to her two crests, she would need something more to stand against 10 relic holders (and Byleth if she were to cross such a path). Aymr is made for a user with the crest of Seiros, however, no crest stones of hers are readily available as Rhea keeps a close guard on them, only giving fractions of her crest to cardinals whose identities are kept secret.

Since Rhea's crest and blood are kept hidden and the only reliable supply of such blood would be from Edelgard, whose crest is weak and blood tainted with a second crest, the Agarthans would have to do some interesting work to create a relic for Edelgard.

If you look closely at official artwork, you might notice that the stone in Aymr has the crest of the beast. The Agarthans no doubt took what bones and crests they had from the dead Nabatians and worked hard to create a weapon specifically for Edelgard. I don't know what they did, but they managed to make Aymr specifically for Edelgard, no doubt thinking in would make her a more powerful puppet (yet a puppet nonetheless, who they would have to put in line at times).

Because this is a relic made specifically for Edelgard, I have no doubts it took the Agarthans a long time to make it, so it could have taken them a decent chunk of the 5 year timeskip.

It also makes this interesting parallel between Edelgard and the other lords. While technically, the Adrestian emperor should probably learn swordmanship to use the sword of Seiros or the like, Edelgard chose to learn using an axe and had a relic made for her. She's all about breaking traditions and making her own path.

Dimitri, on the other hand, would be set to inherit his relic and was likely made to learn the lance out of tradition, for all Kings to be able to wield the relic and know how to use it, as per the way of the Kingdom.

Claude is also kinda interesting. He has a bow relic that he's set to inherit, only learning of it recently in his life. He has to learn the bow, though he's lucky that bowmanship is a staple of his culture. However, he breaks traditions in a way, showing his desire to move slowly towards a future that Edelgard envisions bringing quickly. He breaks tradition by using a bow on a flying mount, making use of the very thing weak to his weapon. It's like a mixing of cultures: mixing his relic from the Alliance with the wyverns of Almyra.

Anyways, that's all on my tangent. I'm sorry if you read this all. I just had to infodump because this game is my brain rot and the combination of me streaming Three Houses with the Three Hopes announcement has made my brain rot flare.

[illusion-of-evil]

King and Slave

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Summary: A little snippet into the past, thousands and thousands of years ago. When magic was more well known and Patton was merrily a human servant.

Author's note: Had to write a short story for class, it turned into this! Hope you enjoy some lore, lol

Pairings: King Romulus/Patton. Roman/Patton. Background Virgil/Logan. The full story is DRLAMP, DLAMPR

Warnings: Violence, blood. Someone killed themselves to not be a pawn.

Word Count: 1307

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The sword slid so perfectly into the flesh of the final enemy below him, his body shaking as he forced it harder and deeper into the lord until he could tug it down and slice the man open, charcoal mist escaping the lord as he slumped over before completely dissipating into ash.

Patton stands up, quivering and panting as if he ran a marathon. His body ached with all the wounds that were ripped through him. His blood trailed down his skin in waterfalls from each cut in his pale complex. He was bruised and his skin was slowly peeling beneath his tunic and dirty slacks. His feet were still bare on the stone floor, rocks digging painfully into the soles, but he barely noticed its contribution.

Dead, the lord was dead, the long-winded battle was over, the war was won. He stood amongst the bodies of the failures and evil, the sword to kill immortals in hand.

He was 18 years old and he killed so many people.

There will be more after this traumatic event. He’ll have to return the sword to its rightful owner. He’ll have to go see if his father survived the attack or if he was once again an orphan. He has to see how many funerals he’ll have to attend or if the city will do one big one directed to those who lost their lives in this temporary final battle. He has to see if his Soulmates survived...

He won’t cry.

He hasn’t cried, he hasn’t mourned, he hasn’t cracked. When the Lord threatened and killed hundreds of people around him, he was engulfed with burning rage and determination. He wanted revenge for all those who have died, he wanted revenge for being forced to kill his brainwashed best friend thanks to the evil witch. He wanted revenge for all the warriors who failed to defeat this monster.

He’s 18 and he did what no warriors have accomplished.

Patton had help, of course. There are the people who stand behind him right now. His friend who’s sitting on the floor, inches away from death, their brother who is trying to nurse that friend to health. His cousin lies dead, brains splattered across the ground as his final stand against the Lord, refusing to be put under his control like the others. There are the ones who lent their strength to him and his friends, the ones who let them borrow their weapons, but couldn’t do the fight themselves. No, Patton needed to be the one to fight. He needed to be the one to kill.

“Wait, the Lord killed gods and you expect some random little human boy to finish the job? Are you crazy?”

He thinks back to what his mentor said, flashes of her corpse on the ground merely an hour later. He wonders if she’ll be proud of what he accomplished today. He did something fantastical after all.

He wonders if she went to heaven or hell.

It was time to go. He smiles at his friends, walking over and kneeling down. He looks over at the one on the floor first. Anx was a bloody mess, he lost multiple limbs already, most of his spider legs splayed out and were severed from his body. His eyes were foggy, but he was able to look at Patton, a small smile covering his tired face. Patton then looks to Logos, seeing the man fully concentrated on the wounded demon before him. The worry for his soulmate was clear on his face, tears barely being held back. Patton left the intelligent man to work, turning to his dead cousin. He reaches down and does his best to lift up the corpse, leaning the body over his shoulders and huffing at the excursion. They leave the realm and bring the dead back to their families and he watches with a stone face and a plastered caring smile as they sobbed and grieved like they were supposed to. He’s told to keep his powers, so he thanks them and moves on. He wasn’t planning on using these powers though, he was just a human. A slave boy who was randomly chosen by the King.

He’ll be a hero, he realizes on his walk to the castle, escorted by guards. He’ll be in history books as one of the few who managed to save the magic world. He’ll be with his cousin who died to save the world and he felt bad for him because if he died before the final battle, there’s no way he can know if his death has been in vain or not. He’ll just have to have faith in the survivors and hope. Be lucky.

They’ll say that Patton is lucky.

He’s 18 as he stands in front of the King with his sword in hand. His body shakes as the placebo feeling of adrenaline escapes him, leaving him tired. He locks his knees so he doesn’t collapse in front of royalty. The King beckons him closer, causing Patton to take a deep unneeded breath and walk forward, stumbling a bit but trying to keep his dignity. He holds out the sword and he takes it into his hand, looking over the immortal slayer before putting it to the side.

King Romulus stood tall, green eyes sharp, crown sitting firmly on his brown locks. His attire was messy, easily explaining the cause of all the bodies in the room. Patton heard that the King was an excellent fighter, Romulus was a skilled magic user and could use any weapon given to him. If it wasn’t for the Dragon Witch interfering, the royal man would have gone to fight the Lord instead.

But that’s not how it went. Patton was given the weapon. Patton was told to kill the Lord. Patton did it.

At any time, Romulus could kill him. He could permanently end the pain and sadness and grey that filters through the human’s brain and body. That sword can kill almost anything, even a small slave like himself. The King can decide that he has done his job, done everything he needed to do so he may rest now...

But he didn’t want to.

No, after everything that happened, he can’t die now. He needs to be around for the next biggest threat, he already promised that he will protect until he can’t any longer. He has to, he needs to. It’s his job, it’s his purpose, it’s why he exists, or… at least, that’s what he’s telling himself.

He needs to be there for his friends, family, and soulmates.

Then the king stands from his throne and steps forwards, dragging the smaller man into a tight hug.

“It’s okay now.”

Patton raises his arms and grips the man’s silk cloak. He presses his face into his chest soon after and chokes out a sob.

Patton is 18 and he allows himself to be a child again.

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Patton jumps slightly and looks up at the pair of green eyes staring at him. The fae being dragged out of his memories by Roman’s pouting face.

“Were you listening at all?” He whines, crossing his arms over his chest. “I only have until midnight to do that Padre! I need your focus!”

The fae stares then nod, sitting up. “Right, I’m sorry. Go again and I’ll listen.”

Roman’s face lit up and he straightens his back before letting the soft lyrics for his theater assignment flow across the room. Patton sits back and watches his soulmate, one-half of his old soulmate. He couldn’t help the smile crossing his features as the music pushed the thousands of years old memories out of his mind for the moment. That was all in the past now. He was here, in the present, the 21 century with his family.

His Kings.

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