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literallys-illiteracy · 5 months ago

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Project Moon Reading list

this is mt attempt at a comprehensive list of the references in Project Moon Games.

if you have any that arent listed, feel free to share them.

Lobotomy Corporation:

SCP-049 (Plague Doctor) (Speculated)

Portrait of Dorian Grey (Portrait of Another World; Mirror Of Adjustment) (Speculated)

Bible (One Sin and Hundreds of Good Deeds, Plague Doctor, Skin Prophecy, Flesh Idol, Burrowing Heaven, Express Train to Hell, Whitenight, Carmen)

Midsummer Nights Dream (Fariy Festival)

[Radio Station] UVB-76//The Buzzer (1.76Mhz)(Speculated)

Necronomicon//General Lovecraft (Skin Prophecy)

Colour Out of Space (Fragment of the Universe) (speculated; Thematically almost certainly lovecraft inspired)

The Little Match Girl (Scorched Girl)

Beauty and the Beast (Beauty and the Beast)

The Red Shoes (Red Shoes)

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (Scarecrow searching for wisdom; Warm Hearted Woodsman)

Colour Out of Space (Child of the Galaxy) (speculative)

The Snow Queen (The Snow Queen)

Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer (Rudolta of the Sleigh)

[Opera] Der Freischutz (Der Freischutz)

Snow White and the seven dwarves (Snow White's Apple)

Alarune (Alriune) (speculative)

The Little Prince (Little Prince)

Little Red Riding Hood (Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary; Big and Will be Bad Wolf)

Three Little Pigs (Big and Will be Bad Wolf)

The Six Swans (Dream of a Black Swan) (Speculative)

[Music] Bethoven's Moonlight Sonata (Il Pianta De La Luna, Silent Orchestra)

[Film] Spirited Away (Mountain of Smiling Bodies) (Design) (Speculative)

Wonderlab specific:

Alice's adventures in wonderland (Red Queen, Hookah Butterfly)

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (Scaredy Cat and the road home)

The little mermaid (Piscence mermaid)

Midsummer nights dream (Titania)

[Conjecture/Heavy Speculation] Snow Queen or Snow White and the Seven Dwarves (Nobody Is)

Rapunzel (Tangle)

Lady in the Lake (White Lake)

Mythology and Folklore:

[Buddhist] Preta (Clouded Monk)

[Celtic] Faerie (Fairy Festival)

[German] Der Freischutz "The Freeshooter" (Der Freischutz)

[German] Doppelganger "Double Walker" (Nothing There) (thematic)

[German] Nachtkrapp "Night raven" (Big Bird) (Speculative; Personally unconvinced)

[Greek] Stymphalian birds (Punishing Bird) (Speculative)

[Greek] Pygmalion//Galatea (Pygmalion)

[Japanese] Baku (Void Dream)

[Japanese] Jubokko "Tree Child" (Grave of Cherry blossoms)

[Jewish] Kabbalah (Tree of life, Malkuth, Yesod, Netzach, Hod, Tifret, Gevurah, Hesed, Chokma, Binah, Keter, Ayin)

[Jewish] Succubus//Incubus (Porccubus)

[Korean] Urban Legend regarding "Grape Welch Soda" (An Opened Can of Welcheers)

[Norse] Yggdrasil (Parasite Tree) (Speculative: Giant Tree Sap)

[Roman] Justicia // Lady Justice (Judgement Bird)

[Roman] Laetitia (Laetitia)

[Russian] Zhar-ptitsa "The Firebird" (The Firebird)

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Library of Ruina:

Library of Babel

Do Androids dream of electric sheep? (Thematic, Achievement name)

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (The Adult Who Tells Lies, Scaredy cat and the road home)

The Marvelous Land of Oz (Ozma)

Town Musicians of Bremen (The Musicians of Bremen)

The Jaunt (WARP trains)

Nosferatu (Nosferatu)

Macbeth ("And then is Heard no more")

[Film] The hour of the wolf (Tanya)

[tarot] The fool (Jester of Nihil)

[poetry] Sky, Wind, Stars, and Poem (SPB&TP mili song) (thematic)

[poetry] Orlando furioso /& Orlando Innamoratto. (Roland and related cast (Argalia, angelica, etc.))

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Limbus Company

The Divine Comedy (Dante & surrounding cast)

The Wings (Yi Sang & co.)

Faust (Faust)

Don Quixote (Don Quixote)

Hell Screen (Ryoshu)

The Stranger//L'etranger//The Outsider (Meursault)

Dream of the red chamber (Hong Lu)

Wuthering Heights (Heathcliff & Co.)

Moby Dick//The Whale (ishmael & Co.)

Crime and Punishment (Rodion & Sonya)

Demian (Sinclair & Co.)

The Odyssey (Outis, Cyclops)

The Metamorphosis (Gregor)

Limbus Company - Minor References:

Peter pan (Smee)

Sherlock Holmes: (Timekilling Time Stage Names)

Scandal in time (Scandal in Bohemia)

A Case of the Gallows (A Case of Identity) (speculative)

The Adventure of three detectives (The Adventure of Three Students)

The White Scarved League (The Red Headed League)

The Clock Tower of Fear (Valley of Fear)

The Final Problem (The Final Problem)

Midsummer night dream (Midwinter Nightmare EGO gift)

The Time Machine (Hubert from TKT) (Speculative)

The Stars (Alfonso and Stephanette)

The Old Man and The Sea (Indigo elder) (Speculative)

Murder on the Orient Express (Murder on the WARP express)

Vampire the Masqurade (Casseti) (Speculative)

The Masque of the Red Death (Casseti) (Speculative)

The one who rules (Stage name "the one who lords") (speculative)

Real People:

League of nine:

Kim Kirim (김기림) (Rim)

Yi Hyoseok (이효석) (Aseah)

Lee Jong-myeong (이종명) (Yurang)

Kim Yu-yeong (김유영) (???/ Unnamed Member)

Chi-Jin Yoo (유치진). Pen name: Dongrang (동랑) (Dongrang)

Cho Yong-man (조용만) (Aneung)

Lee Tae-jun (이태준) (Sang-heo)

Jeong Ji-yong (정지용) (Young-ji)

Lee Mu-young (이무영) (Gap-ryong)

Park Taewon (박태원) (Gubo)

Kim Hae-Gyeong (김해경). Pen name Yi Sang (이상) (Yi Sang)

Park Pal-yang (박팔양) (???/ Unnamed member)

Gim Yujeong (김유정) (Dongbaek)

Kim Hwan-tae (김환태) (Nul-in)

other(s):

Agatha Christi (Grade 1 Fixer Agatha)

Kim Sakkat (Bamboo Hatted Kim)

Alphonse Daudet (Alfonso)

Vergil (Vergillius)

EGO and Abnormalities:

Midsummers Night Dream (Midwinter Nightmare) (EGO gift)

Carmilla (400 roses Anormality) (Carmilla EGO gift)

Metropolis (Resident of Metropolaris) (Speculative)

Snow White and the seven dwarves (Ebony Queen's Apple)

Pride and Predgudice (Spider of Marrige)

Poem of a dying butterfly (no.10 Crows Eye View) (A Dying Butterfly

Rudolph the red nosed Reindeer (Sandolph)

[Religion, Abrahamic religions] (Skin Prophet) (Heavenly Executioners throne) (Sign of Roses) (Heavenly Commanders Throne) (Broken Wings) (ichthys (Headless ichthys))

[Religion, Buddhist] (Ya Śūnyatā Tad Rūpam EGO) (My Form Empties)

[Folklore, Celtic] Faeries (Fairy Long-Legs, Fairy Gentleman, Faelantern)

[Folklore, German] Der Freishutze (Der Freishutze) (Der Fluchshutze)

[Folklore, Korean] The Green Frog (Blubbering Toad)

[Folklore, Korean] Dol hareubang (Wishing Cairn) (Pagoda Veneration)

#project moon #limbus company #limbus #lcb #essays i wrote primarily while half asleep #projmoon #library of ruina #lobotomy corporation #lor #lob corp #lobotomy corp #Reading list #oh god im not going to tag every different book

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starhvney · 9 months ago

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𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: blaze, daniel, dante, garroth, gene, jeffory, laurance, travis, vylad, zane, zenix, dottie, katelyn, kim, lucinda, nana, nicole, sasha, teony

𝐂𝐖: none besides alcohol use

𝐀/𝐍: here's something quick and random while i work on other stuff

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄

they already had that deep affection and passion for their friends and loved ones, so when you put alcohol into the mix they become a huge sap. they’ll be clinging to you tightly, declaring their loyalty and devotion with a cheery smile. let’s hope you’re okay with physical touch because they’ll either be hugging you, brushing your hair, holding your hand, or resting their head on your shoulder all night. they’re one of the best drunks to be with because they’re perfectly happy but also not obnoxious or reckless.

garroth, nana, daniel, jeffory, nicole, teony

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃

they are the friend you have to keep on a tight leash when they’re drunk. whether they’re clumsily stumbling, challenging someone to wrestle, or “showing you how fast they can run down the street”, you won’t have a dull time with them. while it can be a bit stressful to watch over them and make sure they’re not getting themselves killed, some of your funniest drinking memories are with them.

blaze, dottie, katelyn, nicole, zenix

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐍𝐄

alcohol always brings out the things people try to hide about themselves, and they’re not immune to this. they always portray themselves to be strong (in their own different ways), so when that barrier comes down they can reveal that sensitive layer that they have buried underneath. whether they’re emotional in a happy or sad way, they end up feeling embarrassed about it, so they may take a second to bury their faces in your shoulder or the table to gather themselves. if you just give them a hug and they’ll get over it pretty quickly… or not.

garroth, nana, katelyn, kim

𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏

if you want to have fun when you drink with them it’s a hit or miss. they’re either having a blast or passed out, no in between. one second they’re sipping on their drink, and the next time you look over they’re face down against the table, light snores coming from their mouth. you have to force them to get another drink in for them to get energetic, but it’s just so hard to fight against their sleepy eyelids.

daniel, kim, zane

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘

if you give them a drink they get a serious case of the giggles. somehow they crack even funnier and creative jokes when they’re drunk… or maybe it’s just funny because they’re slurring their words and sound stupid. they will be doubling over in laughter at every small stupid thing, whether someone tripped or someone said a dumb joke. either way, you’ll be waking up wondering how your sides and ribs are sore, but it’s just because you couldn’t stop laughing with them all night.

blaze, dante, laurance, travis, jeffory, teony

𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊?

they hold their alcohol like a champ. yeah, they’re feeling loose and having fun, but they don’t really act too differently than when they’re sober. they’re so chill and laid back that you’re starting to question if they’ve just been drinking water this whole time. they could be blackout drunk and still act like they hadn’t drunk anything at all that night. truly impressive.

gene, lucinda, sasha, vylad

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

#aphmau mystreet #aphmau #mystreet #mystreet x reader

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mariyekos · 3 months ago

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Fic preview for DMC friends. Takes place post DMC5, Dante and Sparda centric, and is very much unfinished. This is only the first 2200 words of a currently 3400 word also unfinished fic, but I thought it would be fun to share the beginning before I lose all steam!

The seal shatters.

Sparda lets out a sputtering breath, falling to the floor.

Finally, finally, he is free.

Everything exists in a haze, the lingering remnants of the spell which had captured him locking away memory and reason, the length of his capture, the method by which it was achieved, and the purpose of it sitting outside the distance he can reach, but it matters not. He is free. He is free. Escape is within his grasp.

Energy spills forth from the fragmented bindings that once held him, the remains of his prison disintegrating around him as whatever magic had kept them in place finally, ultimately, fails. His hands shake as he raises them, the light of a magic circle flickering at his feet until it too dissipates, an unknown length of time having sapped enough of Sparda’s strength that he’s unable to make out anything but the presence of a blurry glow before he is left in total darkness. Shudders wrack his too-thin frame as a power exceeding his own barely-there energy cowers at its touch. For a brief moment, the glow beneath him roars to life, a screech grating against his eardrums as a dying seal attempts to draw strength from the leylines crossing under this place.

Yet the hum of the circle quickly dies. The world around him goes silent. Power flows back into the earth and away from this place, leaving it empty and cold.

There is no presence but his own. Whoever had sealed him is gone, the air still and stale and unnervingly empty.

It matters not. The method of his entrapment has failed. Whether it is a temporary failure or permanent one he does not know. He cannot risk being captured- siphoned from? Perhaps? His body is weak, his flesh sallow, his head pounding, and the demonic energy which he’d always retained to at least some extent since he’d sealed the vast majority of his power along with the Demon World is near absent, the faintest of faint threads of it so meager as to perhaps be naught more than a memory- and thus cannot stay to investigate. Whoever caught him- by whichever means they caught him- he has not the strength to pursue.

Nor does he have the true desire for it. For now, drained as he is, all he wants is to hide and sleep. To nest and recover. To lie undisturbed for an age as his strength returns and the world moves on without him or his power. He can’t afford to lose any more. Not with the way his body trembles and his chest aches in a way it has not in millennia, demonic senses dulled to the point they’re unable to supplement the failing human hearing and vision this form possesses.

The world is muffled and blurred. He feels numb. He is not safe. He cannot remain where he is. He needs to find shelter. He must escape.

As he emerges from the cave in which he’d been trapped, something in the distance calls out to him.

A remnant of his power. A familiar energy. A Beacon.

Safety. Security. Recovery. Health.

He stumbles forth.

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Sparda cannot say how long he walks for.

Weak as his body feels, drained as he is compared to the state in which he should be, he is nonetheless more durable than a human, and his steps continue past a setting and rising sun, the number of which he’s too dazed to count, aware of the difference in the light, but not able to truly process or remember enough of the passage of time or even the motions of his own flesh to be certain of the count.

He passes by human settlements. Through one or two. Along a road with rushing vehicles which for a miracle do not hit him. Whispers and shouts fade out of his memory, unnecessary to the purpose of his trip. The rush of air from a giant mass of steel narrowly missing him doesn’t shake him; normally were he to be hit, it would cause minor damage at most. He has not the energy to consider what excess damage might be caused were he to be hit in his current state.

In time he enters a city, the buildings looming over him tall and unfamiliar. He does not care for places like this. With his wings unavailable to him, he feels trapped.

Yet it is in the city that the Beacon lies.

And so he stumbles forth, step by step, strength fading, his trip having drained him of what little of his energy reserves remained after his capture.

He will reach it. The Beacon. Safety. Security. A place to recover. A place of his power. A relic he’d imbued or an old hideaway of his, he thinks through the haze that has enveloped him. Something precious to him. Essential. Unbelievably strong in his weakened state.

It will protect him as he recovers. If he can merely latch onto it- reclaim the power he imbued it with and take it into himself to heal his wounds and restore his lost power- he will be able to return to a state in which his body is not failing him, in which he feels himself and not a mere ghost, in which memory and reason are more than just dreams, and so pursue it he will until his legs fail him.

He reaches a building.

He pushes over the door.

The Beacon is inside.

As the last of his strength leaves him, he hears a shout, feels a familiar brush of power, and then knows no more as the realm of unconsciousness lays down its claim and a blackness different to that which he’d been trapped in for so, so long settles around him.

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Twice does consciousness brush against Sparda before he wakes. The first is to the rumbling of a human voice, low and indiscernible through the static of the void in which Sparda resides, viscous and heavy and unwelcome to the idea of wakefulness. He makes out no words before sleep claims him once more. To his tired ears, the voice is little more than colorful sound. The second is to a brush of energy so like his own, yet- tainted, somehow, or rather different, the quality or morality or justification for it indeterminate through the fog of sleep, not nearly as heavy as before yet thick enough still to keep him downed. Despite the difference between the energy that brushes over him and the energy slowly building in his own core, there is something that feels right to it, as if the energy was meant to morph, meant to change, meant to turn into something no longer Sparda’s but its new owner's own. The realization takes much out of him, and with it does Sparda drift off once more.

When he finally does wake, it’s to the thrum of a machine, mechanical and uneven, as if the thing is struggling to stay on. He is warm- truly warm, a warmth that not only sits in the air and blankets his body, but bubbles in his core, the chill that pervaded every inch of his being during his imprisonment replaced by a sense of calm and welcome. He is healing. Slowly, but assuredly. Though his trek may have drained the last of his energy reserves, they will replenish themselves with time. Especially now that he's found himself-

His eyes, having struggled not to close as the lull of sleep tried to claim him even as wakefulness fought its way forth, snap open. Realization washes over him.

This place feels familiar, yes.

But he has never been here before. And it is most certainly not his domain. It quite distinctly bears the claim of another.

“Morning, Sunshine.”

Sparda's breath catches in his throat. He's sitting up at this point, left hand clinging to the bed while his right clenches the sheets that have bunched at his waist. A wave of dizziness washes over him; his strength yet wanes, and the quick movement nearly overwhelmed him.

The one who spoke is to his left. Sparda's vision struggles to focus on the speaker- on the Beacon, that thing that feels so much like him yet a thing all its own, that thing which is in fact a conscious being, he now realizes, and that another being absorbed and converted his power so readily sits leaden in the pit of his stomach- as he blinks the dizziness away.

The Beacon does not Speak as Sparda's vision clears. They merely wait. It is an uneasy few seconds.

When his sight returns to the level at which it should be while he's in human form, Spqrda is dealt yet another mental blow.

“You-”

The face that greets him is yet another unfamiliar familiar thing. For it is very much like his own.

“It's been a while, huh?”

Sparda is left speechless. No words arise.

For before him-

Is kin.

And the memories which had lied out of his grasp since his capture and through his escape emerge from the cave in which they'd nested, heavy and hearty and leaving him aching for all he has lost for he has no kin in the human world save his sons, and if this is his son- or, he prays it is not the case, for if it were true it would mean he'd been gone even longer, but if this man is perhaps a descendant of one of his sons- then he has been gone far, far longer than he'd meant to leave for. The Beacon- his kin, his son, he thinks, but which one, which one- stares.

“How about we start with an introduction?” his kinsman asks, tilting the chair he's sitting in until its back clicks against the wall. “You go first.”

“You are-”

Sparda cuts himself off again. He has lived for millennia, seen ages be born, live, and die, and the few weeks he was conscious between leaving his beloved wife and children were not long enough to forget his boys and their personalities. If this is one of his sons, then confusing him for the other will go…quite badly. If he's to pick a name, he must be correct.

But which one is it? Which child of his is this, if either?

He knows now why the Beacon's energy felt so familiar; it was his own, though a generation or more removed, and demonic families tend to share energy signatures to at least some degree. Vergil and Dante had been young when he'd left and their energy signatures had been close enough to his own, as well as near indistinguishable from one another. Certainly not different enough for him to identify which was which when only one was in front of him; it had frustrated him immensely, so used to identifying demons and even humans by their weak signatures, but Eva had lain the blame on the boys’ being twins. Normally demonic littermates felt different, but the boys were half human, and that would certainly impact their development. When next to each other there was the slightest of differences that let Sparda know the two were in fact two and not one, but he'd never been able to put the difference to words. The energy he feels coming from the man sitting before him now is different still. Yet is that because he is a different being, or because his energy has changed with age…?

The man clicks his tongue. “Mm mm mmm, I said you go first, not me. That means you say who you are, then I say who I am. I'd say that's a worthy payment for me lugging you up here and cleaning you up after you collapsed on my doorstep unannounced.”

Sparda looks down at what parts of his body aren't covered by the sheets. A soft, black, button up shirt covers him from collar to just above the wrist. Pulling the sheets a few inches to the side to see his waist reveals matching pants. When thinking about it, he can feel the sheet rub against his ankles. He was not wearing this outfit during his imprisonment. It's tight in the shoulders and thighs. A tolerable but imperfect fit.

“I thank you for your aid,” Sparda says, finally able to find the words for a full sentence. He lifts his head, staring at his savior to look for something that will give him the confirmation he needs. “I apologize for my sudden intrusion. I was in a poor state and had headed toward the nearest familiar thing. It seems to be stored here.” Or to live here, rather. But until Sparda is sure of the identity of his savior, he dare not risk more than is strictly necessary. After all- though he should only have one set of kin in the human world, born from his chosen mate and the love of his life, that is not to say he does not have kin elsewhere, and if the man before him is descended from him instead-

The man whistles. “Now really? Pretty much everything in this joint’s something either I or a trusted friend brought in, so if it was yours, I'm sorry to say it, but I think you lost your claim a long time ago.” Something dark drifts across his expression, smiling curling just the slightest bit inwards. Bitter. “If you wanted to keep it, you shouldn't have left it behind.”

(tbc)

#erurandomness #eruwrites #dmc

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talonabraxas · 2 months ago

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“Be like a solid tower whose brave height remains unmoved by all the winds that blow; the man who lets his thoughts be turned aside by one thing or another, will lose sight of his true goal, his mind sapped of its strength.” — Dante Alighieri

XVI - The Tower Talon Abraxas

The Tower Atu XVI is a hallmark image of the Tower of Babel brought down by God the Destroyer. The Tower also reflects the Hindu Trinity, shown as the Trident, of Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva, who respectively create, sustain, and destroy the universe. Shiva is the God of Destruction, and he only needs to open his eye to destroy the universe.

The only reality and/or perfection is Energy. This "open eye" can also be the personality-ego de-constructed and reconstructed by the lightning strike of enlighten thought, as the radiant golden lines from the eye imply the One "I-dentity" that radiates the Selves of Self that we all are. The Mystic Palette Tarot-Key 16-Tower represents the same ideas as the Thoth -ATU 16-Tower Card with its "Eye of Mars" (I of Shiva) all seeing eye as solar light and lightning radiating out and striking the tower from above as a celestial golden astrological symbol for Mars, the god of War. -Tarot of Eli

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a-not-so-clean-blog · 1 year ago

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Nu carnival what's their ABO, what ABO they like, and their scent

Yakumo

Alpha. He's an alpha who likes omegas, but he's still a submissive partner. His scent is earthy, like good soil. His scent is also pretty subtle unless his snake power takes over, than it smells strong and as a iron tinge to it.

Edmond

Omega. He has a ton of really hard to get drugs that mask his omega status so people just think he's a beta. His scent is sweet like icing. I think he spends all his time eating sweets so people think they are smelling his snacks and not him. He wants an alpha but will not actually pursue someone.

Olivine

Omega. He really wants an alpha partner who can take care of him. He smells like sugar water. It's a subtle scent but when he goes into heat it gets strong like honey.

Quincy

Alpha. He's an alpha who likes alphas. He likes when his partner can take care of themselves and he dislikes when people are too clingy. So the personality type he winds up going for is usually another alpha. He smells like the woods, like tree bark, pine sap, and musk. It's a strong scent that feels out of place anywhere but his forest.

Kuya

Omega. He's an omega who loves to taunt his alpha. Most people think he's a Beta because he has no scent, but in reality he has an extremely faint floral scent.

Blade

Beta? Beta is his default but he has the ability to change his secondary gender to fit his partner. His scent is like berries and will be sweeter or tarter depending if he changes presentation. He doesn't care what his partners secondary gender is because he can always change his to fit.

Garu

Beta. His kindness and sweet scent make people think he's an omega but he's not. He does like alphas though, witch doesn't help peoples confusion.

Karu

Omega. He's still mad about being an omega. Thankfully he normally just sleeps through his heats and lets Garu take control. He smells like bone marrow so people think he is an alpha. He will not admit that he also likes alphas.

Dante

Alpha. He prefers betas though. I feel like he appreciates alphas and omegas but ultimately wants someone with a level head that isn't controlled by hormones. Though he wouldn't mind being with an alpha or omega if they can control themselves. His scent is like hot fabric and dragons blood. Warm and strong.

Rei

Omega and very angry about it. Half of his research is on the gems but the other half of his research is on trying to find a way to change a secondary gender. He doesn't like alphas because it gives him an inferiority complex, he doesn't like omegas because it reminds him of his own ‘weakness’. Betas are probably going to be the only people he can be with comfortably.

Eiden

Alpha. His presentation is more like an omega but it's very surprising that he's actually an alpha. He doesn't care what somebody's secondary gender is, and if he thinks you're hot he is going to let you know. His scent is almost electric, like the smell of rain before a storm hits. It's clean and powerful but not a strong or overpowering scent.

Aster

Beta? Honestly I'm not sure what to do with him. He likes alphas though because both Eiden and the grand sorcerer were alphas. His scent has an iron overtone with sweet undertones.

Morvay

Omega. The perfect specimen of an omega. He just needs to be taken care of by a good alpha. His scent is tangy, almost like a cologne. His scent is heavy to begin with but becomes thicker when he's in heat.

#a degenerate writes #Nu carnival Yakumo #nu carnival Edmond #nu carnival olivine #nu carnival Quincy #nu carnival Kuya #nu carnival Garu #nu carnival Dante #nu carnival Rei #nu carnival Aster #nu carnival Morvay #nu carnival Eiden #nu carnival x reader #nu carnival #omegaverse #abo

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imastrangeone98 · 2 years ago

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My dear, sweet, baby angel, for the smut/kink prompt, #15 for Dante and reader-chan please :))

Ah yes, it's time to go back to my roots 😌 idk which dante u prefer but I personally loved 1 so that's what I'm sticking with 😤 and forgive the shortness, I beg of you- show me mercy. I haven't written in a while XD

WARNING: bad smut, minors gtfo- and breeding for the sake of actually having kids (it be like that, I get it)

You can't deny that despite the odd circumstances, this was one hell of a way to end the night.

Ever since Patty slammed into your shared life with Dante, you couldn't help but notice how much he softened around her as the time slipped by: he didn't cuss or drink as much, and even took her out shopping (although the receipts had him grumbling well into the night, much to your amusement).

But when you finally "confronted" him about this knowledge, he merely huffed and rolled his eyes. "It's not my fault that she whines like the brat she is whenever I don't do what she wants."

"Still, it's pretty cute," you couldn't help but chuckle at his adorable pout. "You'd be a good girl dad."

It was just a harmless statement you casually threw out, but something about it must have caught his attention, because the way he's pounding into you right now- legs tossed over his shoulders into a tight press- and the filthy words he's whispering into your ear only serve to remind you of those words.

"I'd make a good dad, you say?" he teases, sharp teeth nibbling at your ear. "Why don't you prove yourself right then? C'mon now, keep those pretty legs open for me~" He knocks your legs apart for the nth time, pressing his thumb to your clit to keep your thighs shaking just the way he likes them.

If Dante weren't so busy making your eyes roll back, you would've glared at him. But you instead decide to barely moan out, "Then why don't you- ah- put one in me then-"

A sharp slap lands on your thigh, forcing a yelp out your throat. When you force your eyes to concentrate, Dante's toothy grin is what greets you.

"Took ya long enough."

And like a switch was flipped, his hips nearly knock you back into the headboard. Your lungs struggle to take air as he presses your legs down further, and you see galaxies behind your eyelids.

He's so deep inside you, you swear you could feel the tip pressing right against your cervix- that if he pushed just a bit further, he'd break that sensitive barrier straight to your womb.

(...Maybe that's what he wants.)

You don't know what it is specifically that pushes you over the edge: if it's his warm hands on your warmer skin, or the lecherous words he whispers into your ear, or if it's simply your sensitive inner buttons being pressed too hard. But no matter how hard you try, you can't stop the floodgates from opening.

It's only when the stars fade away in your eyes that you're somewhat able to process Dante, who's still preoccupied pumping his cock inside your squelching hole with fervor. Beads of sweat drop down his cheeks onto his sculpted chest, and he heaves a deep breath before reaching up to cup your cheek.

"Ya still with me?" he pants. He slows his pace just a tad, allowing you to catch your breath, and occupies himself with drawing circles on your hips.

"Y- yeah..." you huff, but with the strength of your orgasm still sapping your strength, that's all you manage to get out.

And it's all Dante needs too, because he simply gets right back into thrusting, stretching out your exhausted hole and rubbing all of your sensitive spots until the both of you reach another climax.

Bursting from oversensitivity, it's hard to not notice the warm liquid seeping out of your loose cunt, especially as it drips down your thighs onto the mattress. Exhausted as you are, you still can't help but groan at the chores you will inevitably do tonight.

Just as soon as you get feeling in your legs back.

But as you whine and grumble, Dante only laughs at your misery, pushing his hair back up before leaning down to muzzle your belly, and he presses his nose against the skin right above your belly button.

"What are you doing? It tickles." With a giggle, you gently nudge at his head, but he refuses to budge.

"Just checking something," he replies. Dante leans back with a toothy smile, and you shiver at the lingering devil-red in his eyes.

"Don't you dare-"

"One more round won't hurt, will it?" He pats your cheek as he pushes you back down on the sweat-soaked mattress. "After all, I gotta make sure it sticks."

#dear god it was so hard to write this for some reason #forgive me for the crud stain this is #devil may cry #dmc dante #dante x reader

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rodeoxqueen · 1 year ago

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Greetings once again my queen. The idea of succubus/incubus in dmc has swirled around my mind like rotisserie chimken. Fluff and smut pretty please. They just reside in a human world, mostly chillin, not killing. Occasionaly sapping unsuspecting person for sustenance. Then one day they are get suprise visit from Dmc crew that expects dangerous demon, but its just this cute and sexy person with miscolored skin and teeny horns. Sparks fly and local sex demon soon learns there's more potent mana than the one stolen in backalley from occasional fling - love.

I love this idea so much I had to write something for this. I made this Dante/Reader coded.

-Rodeo

Dante/ Sex Demon! Reader

The DMC crew was expecting a dangerous demon indeed, a succubus/incubus sighting was rare.

You were in your demonic form when they gave chase and you fought like hell.

You were a lesser demon than the Spardas and you were quick to be captured and pinned by a devil sword to the wall by your shirt, also stolen from one of your victims.

In a bout of exhaustion, you returned to your human-ish form.

Demon and all, they just weren't expecting you to be so....cute?

Nero was surprised to hear a demon hiss like a cat like you did, trying to free yourself and near-begging for your life.

It wasn't your fault exactly for catching the attention of the crew, you had accidentally taken out a few humans with your soul-sucking powers.

With your submissive nature, the boys didn't find you as dangerous of a threat as they thought. Just a demon that got lost in the human world and learned to deal with it.

So they did what they always did: taking in another demon.

So there you were, a demon working with the great Sparda family.

You became the bookkeeper for the family business and came with for smaller missions.

Dante was immediately endeared by your tiny horns and engraved skin that was so pretty to look at. No wonder no human could resist you.

Vergil couldn't help but find your heart-shaped pupils and doe-like stare adorable. Like a cat almost, which he had learned to enjoy the company of.

You weren't used to kindness unless it meant the person being nice to you wanted to get in your pants.

So when Dante started just being nice to you and asking you to go to places with you, you were surprised. What did a demon like Dante want with a lowly sex demon like you???

You thrived off the kindness the Sparda boys gave you and you almost entered a moment of celibacy, not wanting to prey on humans anymore for manna. If they hated demons that preyed on humans, you surely wouldn't want to be one of those.

You weren't as powerful as before, but it was worth it to feel a sense of family and belonging.

The boys noticed you started becoming more human-like, with your horns becoming smaller and your engraved skin becoming more of a human tone.

As a sex demon, you tended to attract people just by just being. Sometimes you would wear skimpier clothing, more comfortable showing skin with your sexual nature.

"You're killin' me, baby." Dante would think internally as he would see you in such attire.

You and Dante had been flirty with each other for some time. You couldn't help it, seeing such a handsome demon every day.

It wasn't until your demonic energy finally tapped out and you became weak like a human.

Luckily for you, Dante had approached a rather severe rut when you had began craving for sex again.

The two of you were quick to get your hands on each other.

Dante had been acting strange lately, choosing to hole himself in his room and not coming out for a long time. The demonic energy leaking from him was enticing and you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together thinking just in its presence.

You were embarrassed, demon tail with a heart-shaped end curling and flicking in the air in curiosity.

You knocked on Dante’s door with a glass of strawberry lemonade.

The boys told you Dante was in a rut and your heart skipped a beat. You didn’t see the knowing glance between Nero and Vergil when you ignored their comment about leaving him alone and leaving quickly to his room.

You and Dante had a sexual tension that Nero could cut with his sword for some time. Dante explained he didn’t want to pressure you into anything since you were used to being used by humans. So for a long time, you fed off his demonic energy in slight amounts, going on dates and spending a lot of time together. It wasn’t anything you were used to, but it was well-welcomed.

Demonic heats were common and could drive one insane. Your core ached thinking about those heats, where you were desperate to grind against skin and feel your center stretched by a ridged demon cock. You made your peace with other demons for some time, choosing humans to do such actions with. They were definitely lesser than a demon’s company.

You were hungry again, and not for food.

A knock on the door and movement lead to Dante opening the door, shirt off as he usually did, but with a sheen of sweat over his chiseled skin.

“Hey sugar.” He rasped, face tinged pink slightly at his predicament. A hot sex demon right in front of him, and he’s in a rut that’s never been as bad until now.

“Hello, Dante. Can I come in?” You ask, giving him the glass, which he gladly drank from.

“Oh, sure. I guess.” He lets you in. His room is a mess, with clothes strewn about everywhere and cups he forgot to bring into the kitchen. The curtains were closed, no natural light in the room.

“How is your rut?” Dante blushed slightly. You were always one to ask blunt questions, human social code not of your own.

“Hardest fucking rut I’ve ever had.” You blinked owlishly at him. Fuck, you were killing Dante. In that sexy fit and your beautiful face.

Hell sure knew how to make their sex demons.

“Why is that?” You asked, coming closer to Dante. He almost wanted to back away, your scent making his cock stir.

He gulped, not used to this forwardness you came into his room with.

“You know, I can fix that.” You lull, tail swishing behind you.

“Oh really?” Dante exuded a slight dominance, looking down at you with lust sick eyes.

“Sex demons are quite partial to other demon’s heats..” You smile.

Dante remains quiet, a smile reaching his face when you come even closer.

“Are you sure?” He asks. You nod softly, a sweet smile on your face and he swears he sees your heart-shaped pupils shine for a brief moment.

“I want you, Dante. Let me scratch this itch of yours.” You two are so close that he can feel your tail coming around from your back to tap against his leg, coaxing him.

You two kiss and it is electric.

You’ve never kissed someone and felt the same spark you give to others. But this is different. This is Dante. Your Dante.

“Come here, you sweet thing.” Dante pulls you close and kisses you, his back against his desk. He puts a hand on your rear, lifting you up to reach his hungry mouth.

Your tail wraps around his strong thigh and he carries you to bed.

You’re so excited, being fucked by a demon finally.

Dante is a smattering of kisses against your neck and chest, both of you stripping away your clothes in a hurry.

You’re in your underclothes when you see the hardening erection in Dante’s briefs. You palm him in his briefs and he groans.

He takes off the briefs, hard cock hitting his navel, ruddy and thick. You lick your lips, fangs showing.

You move around, Dante laying on his back as you give pretty little kisses on the head.

“You’re such a little tease.” You giggle, letting him hit the back of your throat after some foreplay. You choke and gasp, but continue letting him use your throat for his own pleasure. Tears leak from your eyes as you feel that delicious lack of air.

He’s the biggest you’ve ever had in your mouth and you drool all over him. You can already feel your strength returning to you just by his pleasure, slipping into your veins like the sweetest drug.

Dante pulls you off his cock and gives you another kiss, tasting himself on your tongue.

“Let me fuck you, baby.” You nod and take off the last barrier from feeling Dante’s skin against yours.

He lays you on your back, fingers teasing your entrance. You’re already so slick and Dante can’t help but try a taste of you.

You purr at the pleasure, celibacy broken as he continues to feed himself of your essence.

Your legs wrap around his head and he groans again, raspy voice vibrating against your core.

Dante is in absolute heaven here in between your legs.

Your moans are like music to his ears.

Eventually, Dante comes up for air. He sticks his thumb in your mouth, letting you suck on it.

“Fuck, baby.”

He grinds his member against your entrance, tapping his head against your slickness.

“Is this okay?”

You nod drunkenly, spirals against your skin deepening in color and your horns turning (f/c).

Dante pushes in, hissing at your tightness.

You let out a long moan, panting as you try to take Dante.

“Oh my god~”

Dante kisses your forehead, between your horns.

Hours pass and you’re insatiable, riding Dante as you've gotten used to his length and both of you have lost your human forms much earlier.

He’s trying the weight of his bed, springs creaking as he’s in his SDT form. You’re covered in spirals, horns spikier than before and claws out.

You look ethereal to Dante, as he fucks you onto his cock.

It isn’t until Nero comes back when the two of you are completely sated, laying on his chest and he returns to his human form again.

You yelp when Nero passes the open door, moving the covers to hide your nudity.

“Keep that damn door closed, you horn dogs!” Nero shouts as he runs away from Dante’s room. You had completely forgotten to close the door after you.

Dante chuckles, keeping you closer.

“This was fun. Thank you for keeping me company during my rut.”

You kiss him on his cheek.

“Anytime.”

Two demons lay in bed, completely at peace with the world and each other.

#devil may cry #dante x reader #dante headcanons #devil may cry imagines #devil may cry headcanons #dante #dante devil may cry

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sonobeunitsarecool · 1 year ago

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Super random

Went through the Milgram channel, watched... most of the videos again, trying to see if there were any tiny details I missed All I got was: Haruka - enough for a seperate post/theory, though I think someone's already gone over it? (psych ward theory) Futa - all the cans in Backdraft say "pressure", the graffiti is too hard for me to interpret for the most part. Though, the words in bubble text around the victim's witch icon reads "killcheroy", and there's the words "pazuzu" and... SaP? SkP? Does anyone know what all the other graffiti text says, I can only read the "pressure, pressure" ones. Mu - in After Pain, when you see the time on her phone, it reads 17:20. Why was she at school at 5:20? Shidou - looking at how he holds the scissors and knife in Throw Down, and how he opens the door and holds the "promise card" in Triage, I think he's left-handed? Mahiru - in Ai nan desu yo, the clothes she wears at one point have the caption "winter style", though many of the other pictures don't seem to have been taken in winter. She's also reading a lot, which fits with her literature degree. Kazui - near the end of half, he's shown with all his different costumes, without any masks. Kotoko - in Harrow, she looks at a sign/thinks about a sign with text that's partially cut off, but reads "at around ----- on this street... ----a traffic accident occurred... if ---- , please report to the police". She also thinks back to a news report showing the location and aftermath of an accident outside a house. Was she impacted by this? Random cipher translations (using assets from laniemae's archiving)

The text under the MW bit just says MARGLIM. The banner text says "lossitarelecste" on the top and "rutiro" on the bottom, or "et sceleratis sol oritur"/"light shines even upon the wicked".

The text reads "innocent sheep" on repeat. For the goat one, it reads "guilty goat" on repeat. Text above doors for T2 is "Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate", or "abandon all hope, ye who enter here". The quote is from Dante's Inferno, the words written into the gate to hell. For the T1 key visuals, the text individual to each prisoner simply gives basic info. For example, Yuno's would be "Milgram second prisoner, eighteen age, five foot (something or other) point (something or other) height, female", with the others being in the same format. The wall behind the prisoners in Undercover just has "ft" and "ft in", for measurement. The backgrounds that look like this:

all read "every (s)aint has a past, and every sinner has a future." This is the same for some of the wallpapers, and whenever that kind of vertical text shows up (voice trailers and such). It's missing the "s" in "saint". Tags on the clothes and the tops of the cards from Undercover are all just their names. The prison jackets seem to repeat the text, "Milgram ---- prisoner (name)". The Undercover CD's cipher text just reads "Milgram prison guard Undercover Es. Es theme song CV Yurina Amami". Es's sashes read (backwards) "De omnibus dubitandum" and "Prison Officer". Are there any other ciphers that I've missed? Because I'd really like to try and translate those!

#milgram #milgram es #milgram cipher

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cljordan-imperium · 10 months ago

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Me: Editing on phone

Vollrath:

Dante:

Einar:

Diyan:

Clawdette:

So you can all see what a sap I am that she has a fluffy kitty bed ON my bed now...the pink blanket is me...

@blind-the-winds @pheita @thebejeweledwatercat @saltysupercomputer @writingmaidenwarrior @dreaminggoblin @toribookworm22 @ceph-the-ghost-writer @aziz-reads @cillmequick (she is so spoiled)

@raincoffeeandfandoms

#CJ speaks #Clawdette has fluffy bed #Cat mom #cute kitten #my kitten

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lostxndbroken · 11 months ago

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“We’ve been cooped up in this house for days, time to get our cute asses out of the door.” Damon wasn’t of true formal attire, but he could make leather work for the both of them and still look a bit classy. Damon played a little with Dante’s white hair until it had the desire smoldering effect. “Perfect,” giving the man a wink before he pushed him gently out of the house to the garage. There he had his blue Chevy camaro from 1969 and it was his absolute favorite car. “If you behave, I might allow you to drive us back home.”

Damon noticed a bit of quizzical-ness in the hunters expression. “It’s a date, I’m taking you on a date… I’m not being a sap!” The vampire shrugged and averted his eyes to his car and opened the door for Dante. “I’m feeling like… playing nice today, don’t get used to it.” He pouted.

@pyramultimuse

#〘 damon salvatore 〙#〘 dante sparda 〙#pyramultimuse

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kuroneko1815 · 2 years ago

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Story time at the Palace

For @eloise175 who asked me about how Callisto screwed up his children’s perceptions on dating and romance via story time. These are El’s bedtime stories.

One day, Callisto will look back on these moments with a sense of fondness and no small amount of regret and horror after the dust had settled and each and every one of his children had followed the ill thought advices on romance he’d given them. Every single one of his precious little treasures had their first child out of wedlock like some vengeance from the Gods, though his beloved wife claimed that it was all his fault for putting the ideas into their heads.

For now though, Callisto was happily enjoying this moment with his family. The favourite kinds of moments that he, and Penelope, would always keep in their hearts. All of them were laying on a single bed with the children in the middle. And even if he’d been a bit irritated for a brief moment when he’d been interrupted in his seduction, all of it flew away the moment he saw those innocent adorable faces of their little angels looking imploringly up at him. He ushered the children into bed, lifting Rigel up when their baby failed to make it up the high bed on his own.

“Servant Emperor, tell us a story.” Judy demanded. His first born, the Empire’s brightest light whose conception and birth had turned him into the man he now was. (A sap as his wife so often says, senile and soft his children agree despite the fact that he wasn’t even forty).

“Hmm, what story shall I tell you?” He asked as he stroked Eden’s hair.

“How did you and mom meet?” Kaden asked. By any standards, that would have been a good story to tell. He glanced at Penelope who raised a brow and gave him a grin as if to say ‘Go on, how do you spin this?’

“I bet it was romantic.” Eden said, her twin made gagging noises. “Stop it, Dante!”

Well, he could do romantic.

“You want to know how your mother and I met? Well our first meeting was just the customary greeting during the homecoming banquet. But the first time we spoke was on my evil half brother’s birthday. I stormed into the banquet with an assassin in my clutches, fury burning through me and I wanted nothing more than to destroy his moment. Your mother was there too, she’d seen me briefly as I’ve just mentioned, during my homecoming.”

He looked at each and every one of their precious little faces and smiled at how enraptured they look. “As I stormed out of the banquet having ‘discarded’ the assassins, my anger still hadn’t subsided. Your mother, sweet woman that she was, followed me out to to the maze in an attempt to comfort me and to see if I was hurt. I’ll admit, I was a bit presumptuous and paranoid and I’d raised my sword at her and demanded to know why she followed me out.”

He paused for dramatic effect. Watched as they waited with baited breath. “Her words struck me, she said she had fallen for me at first sight during the banquet and that she merely came to check up on me and to confess her feelings but understood if they were a burden to me and quite overstepping. Her words stayed with me and I was enchanted from that moment on, I couldn’t get her out of my mind and I wanted to see her all the time. I tried my best and after some hard work, here we are.” He waved his hands around to gesture at them.

Stories always have a lesson in them, right? Then he should add in one as well. “In short, a good death threat gets a good love confession.” From where he lay, he could see Penelope glare at him for the last part, her finger making a violent motion as she threatened in him behind the children’s back. Did he do something wrong?

Dante took his Father’s words to heart and received a love confession from his future wife after his own bout of death threats and Callisto couldn’t be prouder of his son. Not so proud when he discovered that his son had his own little bundle of joy with the woman before they had even gotten engaged. But that was a story for next time.

Anyway folks, that’s it for part 1. Part 2 which is the cave should be up soon, and part 3 is soleil.

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spidermanifested · 3 months ago

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revisiting the greeds moving castle au post-hmc rewatch here are some new thoughts hmmmmmmm

in my Envisioning. "homunculi" in this world are created when an alchemist (wizard) makes a deal with a demon, gaining the ability to use human souls (hearts) as a power source in exchange for. well. feeding human souls to a demon

for this purpose, souls are gathered from enemy countries via Forever Wars and crystalized into stones which an alchemist can ingest. the military is dedicated to finding the most promising alchemists and grooming them to become homunculi

greed was trained in alchemy by his father from a young age, along with his siblings. their family has immense sway over the royal courts, to the extent that one of his brothers (bradley) wound up marrying into the ruling family. when he came of age his education was handed off to the royal alchemist dante and their relationship did not remain professional very long. he became a homunculus at her encouragement, and then found out he didnt really like the whole "we have to maintain our dominance as alchemists via a lot of murder all the time" thing, and rapidly Howls Moving'd out of that castle

the demon he made a pact with is obviously the dwarf in the flask who im debating making like. okay so what if his father had previously Also made a pact with the same demon.... and then he transferred it to greed.... like ohh he gave up his power and even his life because he ~Saw So Much Potential In His Son~. Except one of the factors leading to greed hitting the bricks is discovering that, no actually, the demon was fully in charge of (the husk of) his father for years, and he just swapped to greed because he wanted a younger swaggier puppet. thatd kind of make a guy rethink his circumstances right

Anyway its pretty similar to calcifer if he leaves his flask he dies, and greed will also die if anything happens to him. greed keeps him very strictly restrained but doesnt tell anybody why he hates this little bongwater bitch so much because hed have to explain hes kind of his dad and itd be awkward

so. we have dante in the role of both suleiman And the witch of the wastes vis a vis being greeds ex, but i think the other part of the witch of the wastes (the "gets more sympathetic as the movie progresses" part) i want to hand to lust, because pulling from her 03 arc she would work very well as someone greed knows whos initially working for the court but gets abandoned and made an example of and then switches sides. also her getting all her power sapped and reverted to her real age would mean Old Lady Lust which would rule

markl is ling (duh) but because i dont think ling would give a shit about a random old guy stumbling into his house, the parts of his character that are initially suspicious of sophie i am going to instead bestow upon. dolcetto, greeds Rescue Dog. aka he was cursed by a witch into the form of a dog and greed was like oh sick a talking dog and dolcetto was too pickupable to escape his fate

martel is also there. talking snake martel. her and dolcetto are there to provide sarcastic banter while bido loses his mind

i initially didnt know how to fit roa in but then i realized i needed a turniphead standin. roa cursed into the form of a cow but he CANT talk and everyone thinks hes just a weird ass magic cow who keeps showing up to help but then the power of friendship turns him human at the end and dolcetto and martel are like okay now how come we cant do that.

i realize ive barely said anything about bido in this post about my au where bido is the main character. but to be fair. i feel like just saying "sophie is bido" gets the entire gist across. humble townsperson with big beautiful brown eyes is transformed against their will into something that makes it impossible to live their life as normal, theyre short with a big nose and wear a long skirt and like to fuck with people now that theyve got nothing to lose, they start working for a weird sexy guy who hates the government wears tight pants and has a shiny black monster form. Is not that complicated

i am now rotating the mental image of lust chuffing back a fat dart on the sofa while immediately outside the window dublith is on fire

#manifesting spiders #fullmetal alchemist (fullmetal alchemist)

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