#anti christ!AU

[kalpeavaris]

Anti-Christ Timeline

(Echo is not even finished and here I am making my own seperated timelines for it- lol) Anyways a lil' self-indulgent fun since Kira does die in the Echo-AU and I wasn't ready to let her just disappear B) Theresa needed something to do to honor her title of 'mothers of demons'. More context below the cut!

Theresa herself is quite an enigma. She's the combined mental collective of two women who used to work at the Cabin Fever Labs. How and why they got into a drone body/OS together will still be kept a secret since she plays a role in the MD: Echo fanfiction/lore.

She's extremely based on religion and religious figures such as the concept of fallen angels, nephilims, false prophets and betrayal (think Judas. Just 10 times worse and in a robo world).

Kira dies in the end due to lore reasons (hehe spoilers :3c) and her corrupted patch that killed off her code. Now resurrected she has little to no recollection of her former life, what she'd done, her family/partner... and well yeah.

Robed into the claws of a false prophet using her as example of rebirth and reincarnation this is surely going to be a fun experience - not only for Kira herself but also her husband who doesn't know yet that she doesnt even remember him! :)

[fandomworld9728]

Polyship Week - Blitzo/Stolas/Lucifer (Day 5):

Relationship Anarchy/"You're burning up!"/Arranged Marriage/Only One Bed

"Why the fuck do you guys get to go but we can't?!"

"Dad calm down. I don't like it either but you're a human and I'm an angel. We can't just go to Hell whenever we want. Our bodies probably wouldn't be able to handle it." Vaggie set a hand on her father's shoulder to try and calm him down.

"You think I wanna go?"

Messing with their bowtie, Lucifer couldn't help but feel anxious. This was only the second time that they would be seeing their father. The last time had been when they had accidently time traveled into Hell.

The only reason Lucifer had agreed to go was so that Charlie could meet her grandfather and see the unexpected beauty of Hell like they had.

"You can share my room, Charlie."

"Aww~ thank you, Via."

"Oh, oh! Me too! Me too!"

Watching the little girl jump around excitedly, Octavia picked her up with a laugh. "Sure Niffty. You too."

"Girl's night sleepover!"

"Yay!"

"What?! Why does she get to go?!"

"Did you forget that my dear Niffty is half demon?" Taking his little girl, Alastor set her on his head where she usually sat. "Besides, I doubt that you could handle her while I'm gone."

"Can we just get this over with?"

"Come on, Luci darling. At least pretend to be excited. How about showing us that beautiful smile?"

~

"Are you sure this is the room we're supposed to be in?"

"Of course, darling. This is your room after all. Hence the one bed."

Watching the two talk and unpack their bags, Alastor could feel his annoyance growing. This wouldn't be an issue if Stolas stayed in his own room or if Alastor's room hadn't been destroyed by that imbecile Vox in his absence. At least he could take out his frustrations on him later.

"Alastor. Are you going to unpack as well?"

"Uh... Stolas. Alastor isn't going to be all that keen on sharing a bed with the both of us. He isn't that big on touch."

"Oh. Oh dear. What should we do?"

Sighing, Alastor couldn't find it in him to stay upset at the situation. It wasn't their fault. Besides, they could still make this work.

"As long as you do not touch me Stolas, I shall be alright."

"Yay! I get to be in the middle!"

Laughing at his goofy and adorable partner, Stolas guided them to the bathroom with him so that Alastor could have some privacy to get ready for bed.

"Let us get changed so we can turn in for the night."

~

Flopping down in the middle of the bed, Lucifer had to admit that this visit wasn't as bad as they had been dreading. Especially since now, they were gonna be sleeping next to Alastor. It was a rare occasion since he didn't want anyone besides, Lucifer, Niffty, or Adam to touch him while he slept.

As Stolas settled in next to them, they tossed his book away. Lucifer knew that he would stay up all night reading if no one stopped him. Plus, they were feeling a little selfish tonight...

"Could you not throw my book please?" Amused by his partner's childish behavior, Stolas positioned them, so they were laying on their sides with his arms around them. "Better?"

"Much. Now we just need Alastor and we can go to sleep."

"I am just setting up my radio. Or are you going to throw that as well?"

"Oh, ha ha. Hurry up~"

"So demanding. Do not worry your highness I have finished."

Smooth and relaxing jazz music filled the room as Alastor got settled besides Lucifer on their other side. Hooking one of his fingers with Lucifer's, Alastor thought that he could get used to this sort of arrangement.

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[builtintripping]

so as i was brainstorming for my reverse omens au because i also want to switch the other characters, i thought who would the antichrist be? who does adam switch with? we know that the them are parallel to the four horsemen of the apocalypse, so i have the biggest brain blast...

so even before this april fools post was made, i had been reading terry pratchett's novel, mort!! the synopsis is almost the same as what's written here, (plus death has the same desc on mort and good omens as having sparkling blue eyes) and since more people are now aware that this novel exists, i've figured i finally reveal who death/the anti-christ is in my reverse omens au!!

he's not the exact same character from the book, rather an au version of him if he was in a good omens plot (and aged down to 11)!! also he's childhood buddies with human versions of war (scarlett), famine (raven), and pollution (chalky)! i haven't drawn them much yet, but i got too excited to show some mort concept art!! 🕺

looking forward to doodling more of the sillies 🤭

[pinkishflowersilverycoin]

Second Coming of Christ

Instead of coming from a cloud with a sword and declaring the Holy war, came as a normal Palestinian Jew in order to help his people and saving all the Palestinians he could, knowing that he's under Godly protection.

Hoping humanity's goodness will prevail against the Zionists and religious terrorists who already sold their souls to evilness.

[wisdomfish]

Who is Antichrist?

Here we see a definition of what it means to be anti-Christ.

CONTENT SUMMARY (with timestamps)

False Prophets Abound (02:45)

Who is Antichrist? (08:09)

Top Antichrist Theories (10:35)

Theory #1: Backslidden Messianic Jews (10:42)

Theory #2: Gnosticism (11:40)

Theory #3: Future Antichrist (18:43)

Top Candidates for Antichrist (19:26)

Cerinthus (19:42)

Nero (22:34)

The Papacy (23:51)

Hitler (25:47)

Zechariah 11 (28:16)

The End of the Antichrist (31:45)

[cartmandolly-old]

cartman is akin to barbie with cartman fans. he is whatever we want and if those cartman fans aren’t like, horrible people or something (iykyk), i have respect for pretty much all versions of cartman. there is hardly a cartman hc that pisses me off. meanwhile there’s a big chunk of the fandom that refuses to see him as anymore than a ‘bully’, while all the kids can be classed as bullies, and that’s just so sad. we’re all just having fun and being silly over here. no joy in some parts of this town

[kalpeavaris]

RAAAAAA ME WHEN I COMMISSION COOL FOLKS FOR MY OCS AND THEY SEND ME BACK AN AWESOME DRAWING THAT EXCEEDS MY EXPECTATIONS-

I'm still in love with the outcome, seeing the sketch & beginning of the lineart in the stream yesterday had me exited already and when I got the finished artwork in my inbox this morning - best way to wake up >:))c Haven't commissioned other artists in almost years by now and getting the first non-self made artwork of a beloved OC is always a special one for meee

the pose came out so good too, aND THE EXPRESSION!! both together!! might be a weird detail to catch onto but I love how the shine/glow on the eyes was done, and the way the gradient for the hand LEDs was drawn- as well as the cross!!

I'm eating this one up-

Finished bust/halfbody for @kalpeavaris Kira (IM SO HAPPY SHE WAS SO FUN TO DRAW! anyways yee!

[okiedokrie]

INFERNO

Summary: The witch trials are in full swing, the church ordered for all witches to be burned at the stake. From morning until the night, you pray for those who turned their back against God. But a knock at your door startled you, the church, in desparation, accused you of witchcraft. Only then did you realize that your God has long forsaken you. Now, you make a deal with the Devil.

Characters/Pairing(s): Demon!Joshua X F!Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Horror

AUs/Trope info: Demon!AU, Contract Relationship

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: References to witch trials, religious terminologies, literally talking about giving birth to the anti-christ, killing everyone (im being serious), (smut warnings under the cut)

Rating: 18+

A/N: Dedicated to the ji to my han @nebulousbrainsoup

Smut Warnings: oral (f receiving), slight overstim, taking virginity, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie,

"Halt! You are being seized by the church. You will now confess all your transgressions to the light of the lord." The knights of the holy empire called out to you, that the one day you left the church to purchase food was the day you got accused of dark arts before your peers.

"Wretched witch, pay the price of your sins with blood and tears. Your crimes against our lord will not go unpunished. Come to the break of dawn in a fortnight, you shall burn at the stake as you will in hell."

The metal of the constraints dug into your skin, you aren't sure if the metallic scent in the air was rust, or blood, you couldn't hear the screams of those being tortured over the ringing of your own ears. You pray, this time for your own salvation; but seven days have passed and your god has not come to save you.

Whether it was desperation or disappointment, you couldn't tell. But something pulled you, so magnetic, the darkness that surrounded you was promising vengeance.

The sky grew dark as it was clouded in a tint of red as if the heavens bled for you, but your back is against them now, no god is here to save you.

"A soul most pure, intriguing, very intriguing." A layered voice said, it whispered, screamed, groaned, and moaned. You knew exactly who this was, the lord of darkness himself.

"Tell me, after devoting your life to your God, why have you come to beg for my mercy?" The shadows started to condense, each word was also a step towards you, the shadow now vaguely resembling the figure of a man.

"I beg of you, lord of darkness, spare me mercy for my God has forsaken me, give me salvation, and I will then devote my every hour to you, waking or not." You beg as you fall onto your knees, your skin breaking against the cold stone floor as your nails drag across the dirty floor, the grime building as filth under your nails.

He chuckles, "Let me make one thing clear, you call yourself a devotee, but when you are on the stage that is life, you are first and foremost, an actor." The voice echoed in the chamber you were a prisoner in, and the click of his heeled shoes ticked like a clock, "Good actors hone their craft, to captivate the audience. You may act like a devoted follower of the good lord, but you were promised to be mine. My mother of demons.”

He continued, voices condensing into a sound more fathomable, but still as sinister. “There is a seed of darkness in your purest of souls, feeding on the last of the purity in you. All I have to do is nurture it, and you will be mine.”

The darkness ripples and cracks around you, the air becoming hot, the smell of lightning invades your senses, overbearing, overpowering the reality you were accustomed to.

The voice speaks again, swirling into a deep masculine voice. His voice becoming more palatable to your much too human ears, you mind is no longer straining to comprehend the horror of his diction, “Which is why I will offer you a contract. Give what is most pure of you to me, and I shall protect you, give you the power to burn this earth to the ground, return them to me, and I will promise you a life of bliss by my side."

He steps into the dim red light, you see him now, a man dressed in a black suite that was much too modern for your time, his glowing amber eyes pierced your very heart as the smirk on his plump lips bared his fangs to you. His hand is outstretched to you, black lacquered nails and a glowing purple glyph etched onto the palm of his skin.

"Come now, won't you shake a poor sinner's hand?"

You jump from your place on the floor, grasping his hand, and with a firm shake, you say, "I do, I promise to answer your every beck and call, I will serve you, my lord."

You feel the mark on his palm burn onto yours, the pain was insurmountable, like all the ends of your nerves were burning, pain that you could feel in the very core of your being, but then, bliss.

The contract has been signed, the seal now is to take your purity.

Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti, beatae Mariae semper virgini, beato Michaeli archangelo, sanctis apostolis omnibus sanctis, quia peccavi nimis.

The cathedral bells ring ominously, and a dark red tint paints the sky to warn the people below the heavens that the devil has taken hold of another poor, unfortunate soul.

The choir sang as the church bells rang, another soul lost to the dark hands of the devil. A path of sin paved with blood, sweat, and tears. Solemn was the tone of the town, a young maiden of the nobility embraced the devil himself, lost in his sweet kiss.

You embraced him, your body, mind, and soul now his. In every sense of the word, you gave your life to him. The people mourned and wept for you, their hearts heavy with the weight of this stain, this sin you left for them to bear as you will live forever in the dark bliss of the devil's tongue.

He kissed you passionately, his black heart almost beating for you, cold hands held you delicately, as if the slightest touch would break you, he laid you on the sheet that acted as your bed in this cell.

He trailed his hands slowly, starting from your knees to your thighs, the way his palms ghosted over your skin made goosebumps rise, he hooks his fingers to your draws, pulling the garment from under your skirt and discarding it to an unknown corner of the cell.

He stares down at your heat, golden eyes in a heated stare with your wet pussy, a flower yet to be plucked, dripping with golden honey as the lord of darkness blew the cold air into it.

He placed a delicate kiss to your knee, he was much more delicate than what you’d expect the lord of darkness’s intimate manner would be, trailing equally soft kissed down the length of your thigh to the apex of them, your sex clenching in anticipation.

His forked, long tongue licked a stripe across your heat, collecting your sweet essence on his tongue, he groaned at the contact to your velvet flesh, reveling in the feeling of unbridled lust.

You throw your head back, a coil in your stomach was starting to form was the lord worked his tongue around your folds, stopping occasionally to suckle on your clit, you thread your fingers in his hair, pushing his head closer to your heat in a desperate attempt for more friction.

He continued this gentle but dizzying pace with one goal on his mind, to taste the first and last time this flower tasted so sweet. The coil in your stomach was tightening almost painfully, the pleasure was insurmountable, pressure was building in a way that you never experienced before.

Then the coil snapped.

You throw your head back in a silent scream, your body shivering from the impact of such a powerful orgasm, he continues his ministrations on your heat, only this time avoiding your clit.

He licked your essence off his lips, he discarded his pants somewhere along the time he was between your legs, his firm hands took your legs and threw them over his shoulder, you catch his shoulder,

"Wait!" You plead, "my lord, your name, please give me your name." you say, the dark lord stared at you, but only for a moment.

He stares into your eyes, his amber gaze burning into your memory before he speaks again. "Joshua. Joshua would be more suitable for your human tongue." He said, as he finally entered you.

"Joshua-!" you gasp out, the stretch of his girth deliciously burned, his hard cock dragging into your heat with just friction that it didn't matter how wet you already were.

He rolls his hips in a slow and steady pace, taking in every new expression on your face and sound that you make. He bit his lip, holding back his own noises to savor the sweet sounds falling freely from your lips.

He picks his pace up after he notices you relax more, the force that his hips meet yours made your body rock upwards, shaking from the pressure that was rubbing against your walls.

"I'll breed you, your body, mind, and soul, all mine for the rest of time. I'll plant my seed into you, you'll bare the devil's children, mother of demons. My whore for all eternity." He breathed out, ragged from the force he was thrusting into you, you could only feel the rapid thumping of your heart over the ringing in your ears, your head was pleasantly empty, the only thoughts in your head was the delicious drag of his cock into you.

"Oh- Joshua-! It feels so good, oh- I feel it-!" You moan out, although you aren't sure if that's exactly what you said, for all you know, it could've just been babbling noises.

"Yes, cum around my cock, cream on it and milk it for it for all it's worth." he groans out, clearly also close to his release, his grip on your hips, dark talons digging into the skin and drawing blood.

Another coil snaps in you, this time, much more powerful. You can fill a surge of dark power being absorbed into you at the same time Joshua spills his seed into you, this dark force was hot, it felt like you had the power of a god swirling inside of you.

Out of breathe, Joshua looks at you, "by the break of dawn, you will no longer be human. Let the sleep take you, my dear, for the next time you awaken, your final waking place will be all of the new world. I promise you that."

He said as he placed a searing kiss to your forehead.

By the time the sun rose again, all the strength you had lost from being imprisoned here had not only returned to you, but you were now stronger, the dark flame burning under your skin fueled your anger, and an unholy boiling boils beneath the surface.

The cell, the dungeon, all the king's men, all the king's subjects, and the king himself, will not escape your inferno.

The only throne left standing is the one where Joshua sits, ruling over the sinners of the old world with you by his side.

[aro-in-danyl]

Alastor as a "Gift from God" AU

Inspired by the TV Show Lucifer. I could not get this idea out of my head so into the tumblr void it goes.

Edit: PART 2 up now.

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Sera could count on one hand the number of times the Almighty personally called for her. And every single one before was the precursor to some disaster or threat.

She was confused when she was beckoned past the throne room, away from the meeting rooms, and into the Almighty's workshop. There was no dust or cobwebs for God would not allow it, but it was known among the higher-ups that The Almighty had not had the motivation for creation in eons.

"The screams of the damned awoke me today," God's many hands reached out from their ineffable form to grasp jars and potions of dubious origins.

Sera stiffened. "I thought you could not see into Lucifer's domain."

She had not dared to think she could hide the First Extermination from The Almighty's gaze but she'd hoped she have more time.

"Never before today have souls perished a second time." God collected more vials and instruments that Sera could not for the life of her understand the purpose of.

"Such fear," and they sounded sad, "over the birth of one child."

The Anti-Christ, Lucifer's daughter was more than just a simple baby. Her parents had hidden her for decades, but the change in their attitude was noticeable even before her existence was made known to heaven. Lucifer again grew bolder and more fanatical with his ideas and Lilith-

If they'd only known sooner.

Silence passed as God worked. Sera kept her head bowed so she could not see what was being created. But they did not demand she stop the exterminations, and that was enough for her to finally raise her head and peak at The Almighty's first creation in centuries.

A soul. Or what would become one soon enough.

Her curiosity finally broke through. "You have not crafted a soul by hand since-" She cut herself off. No need to push her luck.

"This soul is a gift." They said. And they began to spin the soul threads together, "They will be an equal. Unchanging. Dynamic. Static. Chaotic." With every word a new thread merged with the steadily-brightening soul.

"A defender. An assailant...An Avenger."

With the final word of God, the soul was finished. But, barring the confusion of all those conflicting traits, Sera was caught up on the first sentence of this new soul's purpose.

"A gift to who?"

God did not answer. But that left her with another more pressing question.

"The creation of a new soul is a breath-taking experience to witness," she began carefully, "But why have you called me here?"

In answer, God reached behind themselves to a corner that Sera had not paid attention to and pulled out the tip of a spear. One from Adam's exorcists.

She tensed as God held it up to the fragile new soul. Angelic steel was crafted solely to bring death to the damned. To souls. Was this her punishment? To bear witness to the creation of life, of potential goodness, only to watch it be snuffed out before it even had a chance?

God pressed the spear to the soul, "Your Exorcists should take heed," the spear stabbed into the soul and Sera couldn't help but cry out in despair. But the soul did not whither or fade. She watched as the spear tip was catapulted away at lightning speed, burying itself in the wall across from them.

"And avoid his attention."

[sepublic]

And I’ll add that there’s something very anti-feminist about how Belos fans interact with Evelyn and especially Luz’s characters. They’ll scrub away the hateful, violent misogyny inherent to this 1600’s Puritan guy wanting to murder an outside woman for challenging his patriarchal community and narrative, insisting that he’s just scared for his brother and there’s nothing at all racist about him wanting to murder Caleb for having a mixed child that Philip is now related to.

It’s not just that Belos is misogynistic, it’s that the story is about misogyny. Evelyn’s descendant Eda having revenge on Belos apparently doesn’t matter to some fans because Belos doesn’t care about her, because I guess we’re unironically using the bigot’s feelings on who is and isn’t important to him.

And with Luz, Jesus Christ. Her final interaction with Belos was Luz blatantly asserting that she wants nothing to do with this guy, that she’s not going to waste energy on trying to understand or sympathize with a violent raging bigot who wants her dead and just murdered her not long ago. She refuses to even talk to him. The way Belos talks to Luz when he isn’t trying to murder her is to belittle her decisions and agency by attributing them to witches ‘messing with her sense of reality’, which is itself a form of gaslighting by telling Luz she’s just insane.

Belos only lets Luz live because he wants the Light Glyph from her, to manipulate her, to prove to himself what a noble savior he is by putting this girl of color in her proper place. And when Luz chooses not to go along, he opts to murder Luz and terrify her the whole time by making the process slow. Belos only relents when Luz offers herself in a demure position of servitude to him, one where she’s useful.

He scars her face!!! He tries to murder Luz, he does at one point!!! He takes glee in Luz’s realization that he tricked her, he takes triumph in being a grown ass man who took advantage of a child’s compassion because that’s how pathetic he is, to think this makes him smart.

And yet I saw people unironically salty that the finale didn’t portray how sad murdering Luz made Belos feel, it should’ve been about this white man’s feelings. They rewrite a scene about a girl of color’s (as well as a woman and brown NB’s) triumph against a racist white abuser, and make it about his feelings and undermine Luz’s moment to do so. And people love to make AUs where Luz IS that guide in the human realm for Belos, but this isn’t a horrifying, discomforting arrangement she only bluffed about to survive. This isn’t Belos parentifying a child he abused the way people recognize it with Hunter.

Nah this is just a moment for quirky antics and shenanigans as we show how vulnerable and scared Belos is in this inclusive world, and Luz’s frustration with this colonizer who’s coerced her into this position by threatening her life constantly is just a gag!!! Camila has no opinions about this btw.

Like no these are not two wacky arch-nemeses. This is a Christian white man in a position of power who repeatedly threatens and belittles this child of color and made her think she was guilty and evil scum, until she became suicidal over it. And then he emphasized this again in ‘thanking’ Luz for helping him in TtT, how he couldn’t have done it without her, again the thing she became suicidal over. Belos isolates Luz so this child isn’t as confident against him, he murders her. This is an abuser.

But nah! Let’s take that scene in Turning Red about a child of color realizing how her mother was just like her as a kid, and that fear of her daughter also being hurt just led to a self-fulfilling prophecy and… instead of assigning it to the Nocedas, make it about this brown girl being sympathetic to this racist white man who murdered his brother for not being racist like him.

She’s a platonic Manic Pixie Dream Girl whose purpose in AUs is to make him happier and be his therapist who explores his feelings, his Mammy stereotype… Sometimes Luz is there to take care of a kid Philip, which really is the ultimate infantilization of this man to justify this, after an episode where the villain infantilizes himself for this purpose. For a show made to combat misogyny, where the first episode has feminist text when it comes to Eda wanting nothing to do with this male creep, it sure is surreal seeing certain fans do this!

[weepingtalecowboy]

Wind is an Anarchist nightmare and he will set the entire castle on fire while bitchos is asking himself if Caleb was ever this evil and gremlin like

blondeswap!Hunter: I was born and raised to fight. To be a soldier. To be a hero guard. My life has never been my own: it was always my destiny to be a weapon. Nobody would understand what that was like - until now. Now I have met others whose destiny it is to fight. To be a weapon, in service of a goddess instead of a tyrant. Maybe amongst these others, maybe among people who truly understand what it's like to live a life where your destiny is already chosen, but have come out the other side happy - maybe I can learn how to be happy, too. Maybe I can learn how to live.

blondeswap!Wind: what the FUCK is a glyph??? I'm gonna kill Belos

[kalpeavaris]

Anti-Christ Timeline - Echo & Evie Edition

In the AC-Timeline Echo gets kinda... "resurrected" but without its powers and is just a simple (and way too small) communication drone. In order to have them under control Evie takes on the task of essentially being a glorified sitter for what is an evil chihuahua in a robots body while also searching for her mother's remains.

guess who is not happy about the unpaid work and having to constantly restrain Echo from biting people

[fandomworld9728]

Polyship Week - Blitzo/Stolas/Lucifer (Day 4):

Aro/Ace & Polyam/Promises/Time Travel/Let's Dance

"What are they doing?"

When Adam had tagged along with Alastor to visit Lucifer, he didn't expect to find stacks of demonic books all around the living room. So, taking a seat next to the only other human in the house, he tried to figure out what they were trying to accomplish.

"Lucifer's magic has been showing up in odd ways and it's been a real bitch to deal with. So, they're trying to train them to control it better."

"Does Luci have to be here for that?"

"What do you- what the fuck?! Where did that bitch go?!"

~

Lucifer wasn't sure what had happened. One moment they were working on exercise to control their magic with Stolas and Alastor, the next they had just appeared in a strange location.

"Who are you and how did you- Oh my. My apologies your highness. I didn't think we would be seeing you this soon."

Whoever this woman was seemed oddly amused by this situation and knew more than Lucifer. "I'm sorry? I don't understand. Where am I? How do you know me? Who are you?"

"Where are my manners? My name is Rosie, and I work for your father. Though I suppose you aren't born yet. Satan is only now thinking about having a child. Seems like it worked. I told him it would. He should listen to me more often. Also, you're in Hell dear. Actually, you're in my room at the palace."

What? This... was a lot to take in. Somehow Lucifer had time traveled into Hell before they were born. And some this woman, Rosie, was able to tell they were Satan's child. What were they supposed to do? They had to get home!

"Alright dear, have a seat. I know a panic attack coming on when I see it." Guiding Lucifer to sit in the chair in front of her vanity, she began to brush through their silky blonde hair. She was a little jealous of it.

"You can tell...?"

"Yes. My best friend Alastor gets them all the time. I've learned how to spot them."

"Alastor? He's here?"

That's right. He was a native demon and has been alive far longer than Lucifer. The whole reason they had met was because Lucifer's father sent him to watch over them. Even if he wouldn't know who they were, it was nice to know a familiar person was here.

"So, Alastor was the one to watch over you? Good to know. I'll explain more while I get you ready."

"Ready? For what?"

"For the party, of course!"

~

Lucifer couldn't believe it. They were born because of Rosie. She was something called a Seer and had seen two paths for Lucifer's father to take. With her advice, their father had begun to look for someone to love and had a kid. Now, here they were meeting the past version of him.

He was certainly an... interesting man. Especially when he saw that Lucifer took after their mother the most. Even in their demonic form. That was a whole other matter. They had to find Rosie when they got back to their own time. She was a great teacher.

Looking themself over in their reflection in a nearby window, Lucifer felt... right in this new form. The smooth and pale doll-like skin, the painted-on blush, their new red eyes... even their freckles were different. They seemed to glow from Lucifer's magic.

Their ears were still pointed; however, they seemed a bit longer and ended in more of a pronounced point. They even had a long tail! And the best part? No more pain in the stumps from the arm and leg they had lost!

Lucifer had stopped being self-conscious over their missing limbs a long time ago. Well... for the most part anyways. It had always made getting back out there after the divorce kind of awkward. But back on track, the only major issue they had with their missing limbs had been the painful flares that would sometimes leave them bedridden.

When they explained that to Rosie, she theorized that the pain had gotten so bad because Lucifer's magic was trying to heal their body but there was a type of mental block pushing back against it. Now in their demonic form, Lucifer's arms went from pale to black in a beautiful ombre and their fingers were replaced with claws. The same went for their legs only their feet were now hooves.

Honestly... Lucifer could get used to this form. Especially with this suit Rosie had put them in. The heeled boots and silk gloves were a nice touch. Though, the top hat was their personal favorite. Not their usual look, but very sharp and flattering.

"Pardon me."

Turning to see who was talking to them, Lucifer could feel their tail lashing around behind them. Was this... Alastor?

"My friend insisted that I ask you to dance, and she has yet to steer me wrong."

~

Dancing with Alastor usually ended up with them doing the Charlston or, when Lucifer could convince him, dancing to polka. So, it was odd to be slow dancing with him. It was still nice though.

"How do you know our dear Rosie?"

"I'm gonna be honest. I just met her. I'm still new to my powers and she just welcomed me with open arms when I appeared here on accident."

"Yes, that does sound like her. However, you look a tad old to be a fledgling demon. Where did you appear from?"

Letting Alastor spin them out, they thought about how to answer. Lucifer was never good at lying to him. Now wouldn't be any different. Once pulled back into his arms, Lucifer looked into those enchanting, glowing red eyes. Damn. He really wanted to kiss him right now.

"Earth. The year 2025."

". . . What?"

"I'm half human." Turning so their back was pressed to his chest, Lucifer had their fingers (claws?) intertwined to keep him from running away. Well, that was part of why.

"Ha! I believe that I am finished with this dance."

Looking over their shoulder at Alastor, they channeled some magic into their eyes to make them glow light blue just like Rosie had taught them, hoping to keep his attention. "Are you sure? How rude of you to leave your partner like this. I thought you said you were a gentleman."

"Prove it."

"Gladly." They began to dance again, much to Lucifer's delight and relief, as they began to list off the things they had learned since the first day the two had met two years ago.

"You like your coffee black, strong, and as hot as possible. Your favorite color is red, and you try to get me to wear it every chance you get. Although, you almost changed it to blue."

"Why in the Seven Circles would I change it to blue?"

"If you hadn't noticed, that's my natural eye color in my human form. My eyes are one of your favorite things about me Your favorite dance is the Charlston. Your favorite song is-"

"How about things that not many people would know?"

Sighing, Lucifer did not want to resort to this. Looks like it was time to pull out the big guns. Turning so they were once again face to face, they smirked up at Alastor. "Remember that you asked for this."

"Yes, yes. Just get on with it."

"You always want the side of the bed closest to the door in case of danger. Your hair is naturally curly, but you straighten it, which is a shame. I love your curls. You're also a mama's boy."

"Wha-"

"While you have a low libido, there are certain things to get you going without fail. Even on nights you aren't in the mood, you still help me in some way to find relief. Usually just talking to me. Your voice is so sexy."

"You-"

"I'm not finished."

Letting Alastor lift them, Lucifer let their hands hover a couple of inches above his shoulders. It was habit as the longer they would dance, Alastor would start to get overstimulated and not want anyone to touch certain areas on his body.

"When you get overstimulated, touch feel like someone is burning you. On days where you just don't want to be touched, it feels like static is trapped buzzing under your skin. Still, even on bad days, you want to dance. You're also... like me. You don't feel sexual attraction for the most part and don't see it as a necessity. Especially in a relationship. You also don't feel attraction to someone unless there's a bond there..."

The way he was looking up at them reminded Lucifer of how awestruck he'd look whenever they remembered anything about him. Dammit! Now they wanted to kiss him even more!

~

Sitting out in the palace gardens with Alastor, Lucifer was in awe at the beauty that could be found in Hell.

"Lucifer. May I see you in your human form? I'd like to know what my future partner looks like."

"As long as you promise not to change the timeline by coming into my life too early."

"If I must."

Amused by the almost disappointed tone in his voice, Lucifer let their human form come back. Along with the pain. Luckily their prosthetics were still attached. That would have been awkward.

"I know that I'm not much to look at... but you, stolas, Blitzo, and Adam always try to tell me otherwise."

"As I should. You are-" The sound of a record scratch surprised Lucifer. He could do that? "Who are Blitzo and Adam? And do you mean Prince Stolas?"

Ah. Shit. There's that possessiveness that is so incredibly hot.

"Yes. Prince Stolas. Him and his husband, Blitzo, are also my partners. Along with Adam. Who is also your partner. Not romantically. It's kind of difficult to explain right now."

Having calmed down a bit, Alastor gripped Lucifer's chin, bringing their face close to his own. "I see. Well, they may be your partners, however, you are my mate. That I swear to you. Do I make myself clear Lucifer?"

Shivering, Lucifer nodded. This wasn't what they expect to happen today, but they weren't going to complain. "Yes, Alastor..."

The hand holding their chin slid to hold the back of Lucifer's neck as Alastor pressed a gentle kiss to their lips.

~

"How did you manage to lose them?! They were right the fuck there!"

"Unhand me!"

Separating the two, Stolas tried to defuse the situation. "Adam, you have to understand. Lucifer is still new to their powers. Magic is not an easy thing to control."

Smoothing out his now wrinkled shirt, Alastor tried to stamp down his temper. It was only natural to lose one's control when a loved one vanishes. Especially when it happened right in front of you. "Lucifer is in the past."

"The past?!"

"Alastor. Are you positive?"

"Quite?" Looking off to the side, a small and soft smile graced his lips as he set two of his fingers on them. "I have met the charming nuisance."

"Oh, come on!"

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[gr-book-worm-1818]

the thing with tma is you could shuffle and place pretty much any mc as an archivist and as a not!person au and make it WORK

jarchivist & not!georgie. jarchivist & not!tim. sarchivist & not!martin. tarchivist & not!jon. marchivist & not!sasha. hell, who’s to say melarchivist couldn’t work? or garchivist, or barchivist, or even darchivist? just slightly alter their backstories so that they’ll find themselves in a position where elias both offers them the archivist job and they accept it. just THINK of all the possibilities!!!! no matter who the archivist is, imagining that someone STILL gets not’ed no matter what, is absolutely HAUNTING and i LOVE it.

working ideas for these:

not!georgie au where she visits the institute and ends up in artefact storage, BOOM not’ed ; naturally, jon isn’t even the one who notices. maybe martin or tim?

the classic sarchivist & not!jon au BUT martin is still the ‘anti-christ plus-one’ and gets to watch the smiting of the not!them, sasha james style

sarchivist, not!martin, & archival assistant jon where JON is the only one who thinks something’s kinda off with martin

melarchivist au where she encounters something genuinely Fucked Up at ghost hunt uk pre-jarchivist and literally no one believes her et cerera et cetera so drama happens, ghost hunt uk is abolished, and when melanie heads to the institute elias offers her the position

MARCHIVIST + NOT!JON.

SARCHIVIST + NOT!TIM.

tarchivist au where he’s still the one who sets off the explosion during the unknowing, but HE’S the only one who survives and all of his friends die in the explosion (yk cause in this case he’s an avatar)

tbh, i think every single one of these characters, no matter who’s the archivist and who’s the not!person, they’d still end up starting the eyepocalypse one way or another, even if their way isn’t as impulsive as jon’s. i just feel like they would!!! i mean, we all know every single character had made incredibly stupid decisions in tma, so…

anyway, just things to think about :)

[quillkiller]

microfic: sirius & family trauma, 950 words

cw: death and implied abuse

idk what came over me. i wrote this mostly to project onto sirius and i dont even know if it’s supposed to be set in canon or in a modern au. enjoy i guess !

Sirius’ father dies on a regular tuesday. He hasn’t heard from him in several months before that, but his brother had called him from the hospital.

So here he was, sitting in an impersonal waiting room, his brother half asleep on his shoulder, staring at an ugly painting on the wall in front of him. It was a little crooked, Sirius thought. It was driving him a bit mad, and he wanted to correct it, but he didn’t want to wake Regulus.

Their mother was in the hospital room with their father— with her husband. The thought made Sirius feel strange, almost sick. Sirius’ mother was his devil, and she had always been the very picture of evil to him. It was easier to cope that way, thinking there was no good in the woman that had spat him out into the world against his will. It had shaken him to the very core of his bones to learn that his mother had refused to let Orion be alone when he died.

His mother had been at her husband's side for ten hours now, sitting by his bed, waiting for him to stop breathing. Every once in a while she came to speak to Regulus, sometimes glancing at Sirius. She had even touched Sirius’ shoulder and given him a gentle squeeze. Something he did not think her capable of.

Sirius’ father dies on a regular tuesday, which feels comically underwhelming and anti-climactic, all things considered. He had been such a large presence that even his absence had felt suffocating. He had been something Sirius couldn’t get rid of even even if tried. Always looming like a shadow in every corner of Sirius’ life.

Sirius had wished him dead more times than he could count, and now that he was he realised how unnerving it was. It was a lot more fun having a complicated relationship with your father when he was alive for it. It felt a little too final, a little too scary, now that he was a corpse a few doors down the hall and not someone Sirius could pick a fight with just for kicks.

Regulus had mostly been quiet, not really saying much. It had all been a little too surreal, too big for both of them. His brother had cried and made himself small against Sirius like when they were kids, getting snot and tears on Sirius shirt. Sirius had teased him for it, Christ, Regulus, you’re such a baby, and Regulus had laughed into his shoulder. Sirius had laughed too– until it escalated, and then they were both laughing. Sirius didn’t know why they were laughing, or why it was so funny, only that it was.

It went on like that the entire night, until morning, until their father had taken his last breath and his heart stopped. They were laughing hysterically about nothing in particular, and a moment later they were both so quiet it felt like the world around them had melted away or narrowed down to nothing but these four walls. Nurses came and went, offered them drinks or snacks, and two of them sat down and gave them a talk about grief. They were both biting their tongues trying not to burst out laughing again when one of the nurses said: At least you have all these wonderful memories with him.

It’s difficult being an older brother to someone whose father has died. Almost to the point where you forget that your father died, too. It’s hard watching Regulus mourn him and know he’s going to carry this with him for the rest of his life. Sirius would take the burden from him if he could. He’d do anything if it meant his little brother didn’t have to go through this, not even having a choice. It feels desperately unfair and cruel that Sirius can’t protect him from this.

Sirius had left home, almost cutting all his ties to his family. Regulus was the only reason he never managed to cut them all. He’d tried to get Regulus to come with him— to move on with him. Had told him that blood isn’t what makes a family, and Regulus had said No? What about you and me?

So he hadn’t cut all his ties with his family— continued to stick it out for his little brother who refused to let go. He suffered through the occasional family dinner or social function, but at least he had his own apartment to go back home to.

He knew Regulus would mourn differently than Sirius would. Knew that Regulus thought that their father had done unspeakable things to them, but maybe he’ll make a good grandfather one day when I have children. Sirius didn’t think so, but he never said.

Not like it mattered anymore, anyway.

Sirius had always been more like Orion than Regulus. Both his mother and his brother had told him so more than once. Sirius despised the very idea, the very thought that he would one day grow into becoming his father. Had fought violently to refuse his legacy. Had fought harder to stop his father looking back at him through the mirror.

Strange, now, how he’d never see his father again if he wasn’t looking in the mirror. Regulus had mostly taken after their mother.

Sirius’ father dies on a regular tuesday. The view from the tenth floor is beautiful, the sun just starting to come up, another day coming alive. The painting is still askew, and still will be when they leave this room.

How strange that a day, a night, like this can end. That this room will be the same, only empty of two brothers holding onto each other the best they can waiting for their father to die.

Sirius’ father dies on a regular tuesday.

[aziraphales-library]

Hello 💕 do you have any truth or dare fics to recommend? X

We have some fics involving dares here. Here are some truth or dare fics...

A Question of Who Started What by lumosity (T)

Aziraphale finds out that Crowley started the Catholic church during a game of truth or dare. ------- “I really didn’t mean for it to go that far. I just kinda...yknow, made an eensy joke to some men at a bar and they, ah, took it too far,” Crowley said, tilting his head back to look at the scant clouds above. “What was that joke, exactly?” Aziraphale asked, trying his best to keep the tension out of his voice. “Something about putting saint’s body parts in the altars,” Crowley mumbled, tipping his face into his drink before taking a massive swig. “You’re the one who started the relics?” Aziraphale hissed.

Truth or Dare by JonsiGray (M)

It's a dark and stormy night, quite unlike the night Crowley delivered the anti-christ. Well, not delivered delivered. Aziraphale and Crowley are nestled on Crowley's sofa in their cottage under a thick blanket having a glass of wine. The power is out and Aziraphale lights an obscene amount of candles along with the fire in the grate. They are perfectly content until Crowley suggests an amusing, and frightful, way to pass the time. “I’ll be right back.” Crowley slid from under the cashmere blanket and ran off to the kitchen, the stone floor freezing under his bare feet. Crowley was quiet in there. Too quiet. Then suddenly Aziraphale heard whisking. Crowley ran back and slid under the blanket. "What is this?" "You have to drink it. All of it."

Truth or Dare by HopeCoppice (T)

It's Aziraphale's first time playing Truth or Dare. Crowley has a secret to protect, all the way from the Garden itself.

Truth or Dare by DarkRomance (E)

An AU where Crowley and Aziraphale are university students sharing a dorm room. It's Saturday night and Crowley is bored. Aziraphale is reading, but gets his book from him, asking if he wants to play a game. Aziraphale agrees. The game is "Truth or Dare"

Warmed from the Snow by PrincessDianaArtemis (E)

Aziraphale and Crowley find themselves snowed into the Bookshop and decided to play a couple of games to keep themselves entertained. One thing leads to another which leads to admissions, confessions, and some new experiences for them.

Truth or Dare by MirjamOmens (E)

“Let’s ask questions, like Truth or Dare!” Crowley burst out laughing. “You do realize what you are getting into?” he said, “I could dare you to all manners of sins, it's called tempting, I’m a professional!” “I’m not going to pick a dare, silly!” Aziraphale chuckled. “And you aren’t either, just the questions!” “It’s not the Truth or Dare then!” Crowley objected, still laughing. Aziraphale waved his hand to indicate something about not caring the least. “Do you not want to play then?”

The Tutor by tenandi (E)

Aziraphale is popular, outgoing, and one of the most accomplished students Holy Cross has ever seen. When he's tasked with tutoring the school's worst student he ends up getting schooled in a very different manner. (Waggles eyebrows). - “Aziraphale,” Crowley says thoughtfully, sounding out the name on his tongue. “You’re not asking me to corrupt you, are you?” The blonde doesn’t even bother to look embarrassed or uncertain. Instead, he affects one of his cockiest smiles. “Is that a truth or a dare?”

- Mod D