#demi you genius

[butdaddyilove]

the tortured poets department era 🖊️🌫️🤍🪞🪽

[rukia-writes]

Dad! Hermes x human!Mom! (Fem) reader

Warnings: baby drool

“all units of the Olympian troops are putting up a bold fight but the outcome doesn’t seem favorable.”

“I’ll say, I’m losing to my grand daughter!”

The gigantomachy.

The promordial goddess Gaia was unable to accept the outcome of Zeus becoming supreme ruler and thus raged war with the Olympian gods. Inside the Olympian palace Hermes had informed Zeus that the odds weren’t looking favorable as the supreme ruler was currently playing chess with his toddler grand daughter and losing at the game also.

The two were sitting across from each other while Hades and Ares, who was injured from the war, watched the two play chess. Poseidon stopped watching after Zeus third loss. Clapping her hands together at her fourth win Zeus decided to put his attention on the war, Hermes kindly held his daughter in his arms who was chewing on a chess piece.

Hermes tried taking it away from her as Zeus, Hades, Poseidon, and Ares talked about the war. Unfortunately, his daughter had a tight grip on the chess piece. Hermes thought to himself this wasn’t the perfect moment to have his child with him.

Hermes’ lover was a human princess making his daughter a demi-goddess. Hermes agreed to take his daughter in for a short while until he would return her back. Hermes, in truth loved his daughter as she was not only adorable but like him was intelligent. The two bonded regardless of the war that was going on currently.

Hermes still couldn’t get the chess piece out of his daughters mouth.

Ares began warning his father about Gaia and her soldiers which stressed Zeus out and once Adamas added in with his berating Zeus about what he was going to do it seemed like Zeus was backed into a corner.

Finally, Hermes managed to get the chess piece away from his daughter. Rather, getting a temper threw it, accidentally, at Adamas making the god yell in anguish as the slobbery chess piece knocked him off balance and fall out his chair , the slobber made him question life.

Hermes, muttered a small “oops” while Hades chuckled at the sight, Poseidon had a small, very small smile on his face as Ares was confused at what just happened. The angry babbles Hermes daughter gave echoed throughout the room, the angry babbles were for her father but instead Zeus took differently.

“Of course! My grand daughter is a genius! Let’s go pummel them!”

Excitedly Zeus grew bigger in size as he cheered how fighting was the answer to the war, Hermes didn’t say anything as he followed Zeus with his daughter in tow. Poseidon and Hades left as Adamas was wiping the slobber off his face. Ares would have helped but his injuries was too severe as the nurses helped him leave, leaving Adamas to himself.

After a long battle…

After a long battle, Ares was exhausted laying down on the battlefield. Bloodied and tired, the god of war hoped the war would end soon as he rested with his eyes closed. Which soon opened quickly as he felt something wet touch his face, screaming in terror as his wounds opened up Ares saw his niece smiling at him as Hermes carried her in his arms.

“You were right, he’s up.”

Hermes, kissed the top of his daughters head who was happy now and clapped her hands together. Ares was inconsolable as he felt how Adamas felt, hearing Ares yell brought forth a visitor.

“What’s going on here? What’s all the fuss?”

Ares felt his stomach drop as he recognized the voice belonging to Apollo, Hermes informed Apollo that he was just checking to see if Ares was alive. Looking at Ares who was wiping the drool off his face, Apollo was happy to see Ares was well.

“I believe she’s teething. That’s the reason for the drool.”

“Our princess is teething? They grow up so fast!”

Apollo pinched the toddler’s cheeks making her try to bite his hand at the moment, but Apollo was too fast for the girl and exchanged a soft chew toy instead. Making her smile, which made the handsome god smile too.

The war was over and the Olympian gods had won.

As stood over the giant proclaiming victory as his men cheered he held up his grand daughter in the air as she was confused.

“Everyone! My grand daughter gave me the vision that we would win this battle! Without her victory wouldn’t have been possible!”

The men cheered as Ares looked confused, Hermes simply played along. Of course, he knew that’s not what happened but he wasn’t about to fight his father especially since his daughter was being praised.

“I proclaim, my grand daughter, the goddess of victory!”

The crowd cheered Hermes daughter’s name even bowing to her, the moment almost made Hermes cry. It was a moment that was forever painted in the great hall of the Olympian gods.

“You kept her for two weeks and now she’s a goddess?!”

In the human world, it was late in the night as a princess was happy to have her daughter back with her and to see her handsome lover again. The news about her daughter came as a total surprise but one that was welcome.

“Mhmm, she’s the goddess of victory now. I’ll be back tomorrow to take her back with me.”

“Why?”

“She has to have her portrait painted, that’s why.”

Hermes watched as his daughter played with her toy as he talked to his lover, (Name).

“Also, make sure she gets plenty of sleep and don’t forget to brush her hair.”

“I know how to take care of my daughter Hermes. You can stay if you want.”

Smiling, Hermes kissed (Name)’s forehead then hugging his daughter good bye and also placing a kiss on her forehead. Hermes, could be a detached, calculating, yet sometimes playful person and when was with his girls the messenger god had another side to him.

A caring father and a devoted, wonderful lover.

“Next time. After all, last time I stayed a full night with you we ended up with a goddess of victory.”

As quickly as the messenger god arrived he quickly left, disappearing in the night. Although, (Name) was certain the messenger god would return tomorrow like he said would.

🎃Rukia-Writes🎃

[avelera]

So I've been watching the new (and old) anime for Sailor Moon because holy shit after a childhood of trying and failing to see the whole story when it was only syndicated at 6:30 am on weekends and it was always the same few episodes with only the occasional glimpse of the epic shit that happened in later seasons, it's a miracle to me that kids these days can just turn on this show and watch it linearly and there's even a version that follows the manga.

*Ahem* Anyway, I just gotta say, maybe I'm biased because I'm the Sailor Moon Generation���️ so of course the story seems like it's genius to me, but man is this story genius like holy shit did Sailor Moon understand the damn assignment.

The Power Fantasy, holy crap, the power fantasy of it all. If you project onto the protagonist you are a normal teen girl who was the magical moon princess in a past life. When your kingdom fell to undeniably evil forces, you were cruelly ripped away from your beautiful soulmate, your amazing powerful friends, your loving magical mother and your ethereal magical kingdom. Now, you're given magical superpowers to help avenge those who wronged you, and you're steadily reunited with your magical beautiful amazing friends and your soulmate, who all adore you even when you're not perfect. Someday you know you will grow up into an ethereally beautiful, powerful demi-goddess who will rule the galaxy in a benign Golden Age

If you don't project onto Usagi, then the show is literally full of other women and girls* (and I mean the term as inclusively as possible), who don't all fit the same feminine ideal, a lot of them aren't even feminine or identify all the time as female, and the whole point is that there's many ways to be a girl, or to be a person, but you can all be magical Sailor Guardians who protect the universe with your celestial magical powers of awesomeness. You can be a mystical priestess, a smart nerd who wants to be a doctor like her mom, a strong fighter who nevertheless loves flowers and wants to find love with a handsome boy, or you can be in a long term steady relationship with your soulmate who is another woman that transcends space and time, a race car driver, a rockstar, a musician, the show just kills it at having a whole cast of different ways you can be a Sailor Scout and they are all valid.

Even when you get into the villains and stuff, they're pretty much all gorgeous and all obsessed with Usagi, either as she is now, or in her magical past life or in her future life as a benevolent demigoddess ruler of the universe. Like. The power fantasy of it all. Throw in just a really pretty art style, all the zodiac and celestial planet imagery, the mythology tie ins not to mention the lore of these beautiful interplanetary kingdoms all centered on the heavenly Moon Kingdom, like...

It just gets the power fantasy thing in a way I think many magical girl stories even within the genre have attempted but never fully replicated. There's a lightning in a bottle aspect to Sailor Moon that when I go back to it, even as an adult watching what is mostly a children's show, I find myself nodding along like "Yeah, yeah, this shit was fucking amazing, no wonder I was obsessed."

[literaryavenger]

Meet The Guardians Of The Galaxy

Summary: The Avengers meet the Guardians of the Galaxy for the first time.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female Reader

Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. Language. A lot of fluff. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 1.4K

A/N: I'm not sure what this is, but I was just thinking how it might go if the Avengers met the Guardians of the Galaxy. It started with the reader cooing at Groot and Bucky being jealous and this is what came out, lol, hope you like it! Needless to say, this doesn't follow the MCU timeline, like basically all of my other stories. Don't ask me how Thor knows the Guardians, the bitch just do. I also just needed Bucky fluff, like always, and I'm really happy how it turned out! Like always I appreciate asks and messages and am always up for it if you have any ideas.

Masterlist

By this point you’re very aware that there’s life on other planets, that the universe is a place much bigger than you ever imagined. Working with the Avengers allows you to see so many things that you never thought could possibly even exist.

Super soldiers, superheroes, enhanced individuals, even Thor himself is a demi-god from literally a different planet.

This particular demi-god is the reason why today you and the rest of the team find yourselves in the common room of the Avengers Compound, a spaceship casually parked in your yard.

They call themselves the Guardians of the Galaxy: Peter Quill, Gamora, Rocket, Nebula, Drax and Mantis, literal aliens currently bickering amongst themselves because they came to earth to visit Thor the wrong day, resulting in Thor not being home for their arrival.

"Is that a plushie?" you ask, a little confused, pointing at a little teddy bear-like thing on Quill’s shoulder and effectively ending their search for who is at fault for their mistake.

He looks even more confused than you and asks "What the hell is a plushie? This is Groot, he’s a Flora Colossi."

You decide, for my own peace of mind, to ignore the latin and instead focus on the cute little thing on his shoulder who is now moving and looking at you weirdly.

"I am Groot." he says in the cutest voice ever.

"Oh my god, you're just adorable!" You say, reaching your finger out for him to hold, freaking out at his cuteness.

"I remember when you used to talk to me like that…" you hear Bucky mumble behind you, which makes you laugh and, with your attention still completely on Groot, you tell him "God, you really are a needy bitch, Barnes." at which everybody laughs.

"Yeah? And you’re just a bi-"

"Hey!" you basically yell, interrupting him and startling Groot.

"I’m kidding!" he quickly says, putting up his hands in defeat. With one last glare at Bucky, your attention turns back to Groot.

"I am Groot!" he says again.

"I know honey, you said that." you tell him.

"I am Groot." he says, yet again, at which Sam answers "Yeah, you’re Groot, got it."

Groot says "I am Groot." again and, before Sam can say something that you're sure is gonna be very rude, you turn to the Guardians and ask "Why does he keep saying that?"

Rocket is the one to answer "Well, he don't know talking good like me and you. So his vocabulistics is limited to I and am and Groot. Exclusively in that order."

His answer leaves you all a little dumbfounded but again, for your own sanity, you all seem to decide to let it go.

Instead Bruce asks "So how do you understand him?"

"We speak Groot." Nebula says like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"How can you speak ‘Groot’ if he says literally the same three words, in the exact same order, in the same way every time?" Tony asks, starting to get a little frustrated, probably because the genius can’t do something that seems to come really easy to a bunch of space idiots.

"We manage." Quill simply says.

At this point Groot reaches his little hands towards you, signaling that he wants to be picked up, so, before Tony can make any sarcastic comment, you look at Quill and ask, excitement clear on your face "Can I?" while pointing at an awaiting Groot.

"Sure." He says, and you very carefully pick him up and put him on your shoulder.

"Be careful not to move too fast, he’ll hold onto your hair for dear life." Gamora warns you.

"Noted." you say giggling a little when Groot sticks his tongue out to Gamora, then she does the same to him, making everyone else laugh too.

"Buck, look how cute he is." you coo at Groot who's playing with your finger.

"’s not that cute…" he says quietly but you hear him, and apparently so does Groot because he says "I am Groot." in a very annoyed tone that prompts a chorus of whoas and protests from the guardians.

"The acorns on you, kid!" Quill says, and everybody just knows he said some really bad words to Bucky.

"Who even taught you that word?!" Rocket sounds like an exasperated parent.

"I am Groot."

"What do you mean, Drax taught you?! WHY WOULD YOU TEACH HIM THAT?" 

"The small tree asked." Drax says unbothered.

"Just because he asks doesn't mean you have to teach him dirty words!"

"How was I supposed to know that?"

"It's really common sense, Drax." Gamora interjects, calmer than Rocket.

"I am Groot."

"See, even Groot knows you don’t have common sense, Drax, that’s why he asked you." Quill says.

"I am Groot."

"I am not stupid, tree!" Drax glares at Groot.

"See, he’s not cute. He’s a disrespectful little shit!" Bucky says, also glaring at poor Groot.

"I am Groot." the guardians snicker, leaving the rest of you confused.

"What? What did he say?" you're too curious not to ask as Groot is now glaring back at Bucky.

"He said he doesn’t understand how a sweet person like you is with someone like him." Nebula translates, earning some gasps and snickers from everyone else too.

You look at Bucky trying hard not to laugh and he looks like he's about 5 seconds away from murdering Groot.

He takes a step towards you but Groot, still on your shoulder, makes the cutest little growl and starts flinging one of his arms around in Bucky’s direction, the other one holding to your hair so as to not fall.

"Oh, he’s ready to fight a bitch." you say unable to hold in your laughter any longer and the others follow you.

"What?" you turn around and Drax is giving you a confused look.

"What?" you say, calming down from your laughter.

"I do not understand. He does not resemble a female dog." he looks at Bucky and then back at you.

"He- I don- What?" you’re as confused as you’ve ever been, everybody else’s faces mirroring your own.

"His people are completely literal, he doesn’t understand metaphors." Rocket explains.

"Oh… fun." Tony says, still a little confused.

"Is it though?" you hear Gamora mumble, before Mantis starts giggling.

"It is!" she says with the joy of a kid on christmas morning.

"It’s really not." Nebula says casually, and from that the Guardians start bickering amongst each other.

You look at Groot who’s still on the warpath with Bucky and then at Rocket, the only one not saying anything.

He meets your eyes and simply says. "This is what I gotta live with."

"Oh, poor little racoon." you coo at him while laughing and that seems to stop the bickering.

"Hey, I am no racoon!" Rocket tells you defensively.

"I am Groot." Rocket groans and Quill snickers.

"Groot’s right, he’s a trash panda." he says knowing the people of earth will know why that’s funny.

Some of the Avengers laugh, but you gasp trying to hide your amusement for Rocket’s sake.

"You know, you might be right, Buck. He’s not that cute and innocent after all." you turn to your boyfriend, who gives you a slight pout.

"I’m cuter than him, right"- he asks you with those puppy eyes he knows make you melt.

"Aww, of course you are, baby." you give him a kiss on the cheek, almost forgetting about Groot on your shoulder until he talks again.

"I am Groot." the Guardians “aww” and coo at him but before you can ask, Mantis explains. "He says he understands now why you’re together."

"He says he can see how much you two love each other." Gamora finishes.

You smile at Groot and he smiles back before making the cutest yawn, looking at Bucky and doing grabby hands at him.

Bucky looks at you and you take his hand and guide it towards where Groot is, he’s uncertain but when Groot climbs on his hand Bucky looks almost like a little kid seeing a butterfly up close for the first time.

He brings Groot against his chest and the little tree gets comfortable and falls asleep almost immediately, while everyone else in the room coos at the two.

"This might be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen." you whisper, not wanting to wake up Groot, and Bucky looks up at you and flashes a smile bright enough to light up the whole of New York.

"I guess he is kind of cute." he says looking back down at Groot’s sleeping form, leaving everyone else snickering as quietly as they can, while he imagines how it would be to be like this one day with a baby that’s his and yours, and you can’t help but think the same thing.

Part 2

[perfecteggpartyland]

Your opinion but aftg is not really bad written characters are absolutely realistic human being with flaws and trauma a lot of people can relate too; the story is so chaotic it's absolutely crazy in a good way; not to mention aftg is written in a really realistic way again and we're into Neil's mind and see his pov; it's straight to the point; you have genius lines such as is your learning curve a horizontal line and absolute Shakespeare level masterpiece such as doesn't mean I wouldn't blow you like ? Hello? For me it's not badly written it's simple straight to point engaging ;stakes and not to mention hilarious and DEFINITION of the word ✨Chaos✨;the characters are once again realistically portrayed for me;I will die on that hill and you'll have to take that away from my cold dead hands . Like 18 year old traumatized Neil is literally trying to survive there's a made up sport what do you expect? But seriously It has one of the healthiest romantic relationship not to mention demi represetion ever; characters have flaws; are human and their found family dynamic is amazing; not to mention the whole underline about consent and that it's not about winning; it's about getting one chance then people wanted to give you and thought you deserved; how to fight cause you don't know how to die quietly ;, and so much more.

[demiesworld]

Hi. Firstly love your writing. Secondly (only if you want to write it of course if not I thank you for taking time out to read this) may I request Hantengu clones reacting to their first kiss with S/o?

【♛demie: yes you may and i do apologize for taking so long to get to this request! i hope you enjoy it!】

first kiss with the hantengu clones (sfw)

pairings: sekido, karaku, aizetsu, and urogi x gn!reader

synopsis: hantengu clones sharing their first kiss with their s/o.

notes: reader is gender-neutral. no pronouns are used. reader is of age. in sekido's the reader thinks that he is a monk and sekido gives them a prayer. it wasn't my initial idea to go for it, but it fit in with the plot so i kept it. if i was incorrect with some things or offended anyone please let me know, respectfully, and i will remove it. otherwise, enjoy this! p.s. sekido's is also pure word vomit bc i wasnt thinking of sticking to a decent size script.

— SEKIDO

When Sekido first met you, a human, his first thought of you was that you were weak. You were weaker than him, a demon, because of your mortality. In his mind, humans were susceptible to illnesses and diseases that weren't easy to cure with herbs and medicine. So when he encountered you in the cold hours of the night inside of your hut, after slaughtering and cannibalizing half of your village, his original plan was to just eat you alive.

But when he saw you, something in Sekido couldn't bear to even touch you let alone eat you.

You were laying on your back on a shiki futon next to a burning fire pit and covered by a thick blanket. He could hear your labored breathing and pained grunting at each breath you took. It didn't take a genius to notice that you were sickly. The beads of sweat on your forehead and dazed look in your eyes was a tell-tell sign that you weren't in good health. To him you looked too pathetic to kill.

He was standing in the door way and then turned his back to you. He got ready to leave when your croaky voice spoke, "A-Are y-you a m-monk?" His shoulders went tense as he stood there listening to you, "P-Please m-monk... I'm a-afraid that I don't have... much time."

Sekido huffed in annoyance, but he turned on his heel and further walked into the hut. He stood in the shadows to keep his appearance hidden, not that you – a weak human – could do anything to him. You were most likely on the brink of death.

"Thank you... I-I want to a-ask if you c-c-could pr-pray for me. My health has not been well as of lately, and my family do not live here with me in this village. I've just been taking care of myself, but as you can see I'm not doing a very good job." You let out a soft chuckle though it turns into a coughing fit and eventually subsides, "I will be honest with you monk, I am not a religious person, but if a simple prayer from you would alleviate me of this sickness then I will turn over a new leaf and b-be forever g-grateful..."

The anger demon gripped tighter on his staff as he placed a knee on the floor. Why was he entertaining you? Why was he still here? He should have left you for dead, but his body is refusing to leave. Sekido sits fully on the floor now, crossing his legs and holding the shakujō to his shoulder.

"What is your name?" He asked you. Your heart swelled up with gratitude and you smile affably to the person you thought was a monk. Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes when you state your name to him. "That is a beautiful name. I will give you a prayer now, let us close our eyes and start."

Sekido waited for you to shut your eyes first, before he began the prayer that you requested. The prayer was solely for you and he prayed to relieve you of your sickness. He prayed for you to be healed, your suffering to be freed, and for protection to be bestowed upon you. When he was finished with the prayer, he stood up from the floor and just looked at you blankly.

The anger demon didn't know exactly how to feel when he left you in the hut that night and returned to his counterparts. They asked him where he went to which he ignored the three and trekked in the direction of their next mission destination.

After his mission was complete, Sekido returned to you a night later and found that you were still sick. Your condition did not improve. He had asked you if had eaten and your response was you tried but you kept vomiting. He was a demon, and he didn't know of any herbs or medicine that could cure whatever you had. He stayed with you and gave you prayers to help ease your mind at the least. Sekido would show up to your hut every night at an odd hour to sit with you, offering you his company, and give you a prayer.

One night, Sekido made a decision that could possibly affect him for better or for worse. After consideration, Sekido poked a needle into the tip of his finger and held the bleeding digit to your chapped lips. He let the blood drop several times onto your tongue before pulling it away and regenerating the skin there.

That night Sekido sat with you for a while waiting for any signs of improvement after he gave you a taste of his blood. You didn't show anything, so he figured that you must have passed away. He got aggravated. It was a waste of his time to be stuck here thinking that you – a human – would be alive.

He left your hut that night with the firm belief that you had died. What a pity. What a waste of a time. It clearly showed him that humans, especially a person such as yourself, shouldn't be bothered with trying to strengthen. He couldn't say the word "help" because to him that meant he was performing an act of kindness. Something that he, a demon who felt solely anger, couldn't be synonymous with.

As he went on about his own life, Sekido would ignore the pangs he felt in his chest whenever thoughts of you crossed his mind. He would make battles between him and his counterparts against demon slayers short because he wanted to return to their safe house quickly. Every time he came across a human that he wanted to feast on, that was weak like you, he couldn't consume them. He would just kill them and leave their mutilated body behind.

His counterparts appeared to have notice his slight change in demeanor. Though neither of them made a comment on it. They didn't want to address it for fear of Sekido's rage.

It was maybe a month after declaring you as dead, when Sekido felt a strong pulse out of nowhere surface. He had been resting at their manor when he felt it arise. The demon thought danger was coming and he quickly grabbed his staff and ran out into the rainy thunderous night.

The strong pulse came again and this time it was getting closer. Good. The closer it got the easier it would be for him to kill it. He chases the origin of the pulse to a clearing in the forest. As he neared the center he stopped in his tracks and searched his surroundings for any incoming attacks.

Just as he was about the lure the attacker out with his lightning, Sekido heard a faint shout, "Monk!" and it eerily sounded like you. "Mooonk!" the voice gotten clearer, and louder, you were getting closer.

Sekido turned on his heel to his right to see you running into the clearing. Your clothing was drenched from the pounding rain just like his own, but to his astonishment you were alive. You were on your feet. You were breathing. You were speaking. You... survived.

"Y/N..." he murmurs your name as you slow down to stand right before him. There was no shadows or obscurity covering his face. You could see Sekido for what he truly was. A demon. A human-eating, murdering, demon.

You threw your body onto his as you embraced him in your arms. Why were you hugging him? Shouldn't you be repulsed by the sight of his face? Why weren't you running away from him? Your arms squeezed him tighter and your face buried into his chest.

Sekido's hand comes up to your head and cradles it gently in his grasp. He stands there, still like a statue, as he listens to you speak, "I never got to say thank you for saving my life monk. Without your prayers, I don't think I will be alive right now. I owe you my eternal gratitude and I wish to serve you."

The anger demon looks down at the top of your head and blurts out, "Why are you not running from me?"

You ignore his question and look up at his face. Your lips curve into a radiant smile, "I never saw your face before, monk, you are quite ruggedly handsome." You say as you take a hold of his hand and bow your head. "Please take me to where you rest your head and we shall both explain things to each other."

Sekido growls and squeezes your hand in his own, he scorns at your wince, "Answer my question first."

"I don't want to run away from the person who gave me a second chance at life. Not when I owe them my life in return."

"Are you stupid? Are you blind? Do you not see how I look, human?" He interrogates you, before bellowing, "I am a demon!"

"And I don't care!" You shout back, your lips trembling as you refrain yourself from crying. "I don't." You whisper.

After a brief moment of silence between the two of you, Sekido unwillingly led you to his manor where you two talked over what happened. You explained that after Sekido had given you his blood, you woke up the next morning feeling stronger than before. Your fever and chills went away, you could actually move on your feet, and the bruises you had from being bedridden were gone. You told him that you had tried to walk out into the daylight, but your new body couldn't stand the sunlight so you were left to do things out at night.

Unlike him, you didn't get cravings for humans, you still ate human food. Sekido went on to tell you that he wasn't a real monk and that he was an upper rank demon. He said he found you that night sick, after slaughtering and cannibalizing your village. He didn't even want to kill you or eat you because you looked to be on death's door step anyways. Though when you cried out to him he was forced to stay around. When you asked him why he kept returning every night, he refused to explain why. The only answer he had given you was that he felt pity for you.

Following your discussion over that, you asked him once again if you could stay by his side. To which Sekido allowed you to, but you would only be introduced to his counterparts as his ward. You agreed to that. You stayed underneath Sekido's watch and protection while living with him and his counterparts at their hideout. Sekido arranged for you to sleep in the same room as him, though not in the same bed.

Eventually, you and Sekido grew closer to each other and when you were alone you both liked to lay next to one another. Kind of like tonight, with you laying on his bed facing him while he had his eyes shut. You closely admired the purple veins on his forehead and eyes, the curved horns, and sharp pointed fangs that stuck out of his mouth. He was, in your terms, ruggedly handsome.

"I can feel you staring at me, human," Sekido mutters with his eyes remaining closed. You let out a short chuckle and he adds on, "Why are you staring at me?"

You reached up to cup his cheek in the palm of your hand. You answer his question softly, "I'm just admiring your face, Sekido. You know you are not as scary as you look. There's a few rough edges to your appearance," You didn't flinch when he opened his eyes and crimson hues were fixedly narrowed at you. Your finger delicately touches his jawline then the bridge of his nose and finally his furrowed brow bone. "But there's also the softness that I'm fond of." You smile brightly at him.

Sekido took your hand in his own and murmured, "What are you talking about?"

You didn't say anything instead you leaned closer to him and confidently pressed your lips to his. The demon's eyes widened at the feeling of your lips touching his own. He laid there stunned and still until you slowly pulled away from him.

A giggle past through your lips when you noticed the bewildered expression on his normal scowling face. Suddenly Sekido's hand came to the back of your head and pulled you back to his lips. His mouth locked in with yours while his tattooed tongue delved into the cavern of your orifice. You gasped into his mouth from the unexpected kiss, but returned it with just as much vigor as he bestowed.

You kissed him until your lungs were crying for air and only then did you finally pull away to pant against his supple lips. Sekido's face was tickled by the puffs of air onto his skin.

"I have lived for over two centuries, and never have I encountered a human like you. You are foolish if your wishful mind thinks that a demon like me would ever learn to devote their life to you."

His cruel words were strikingly different from his earlier actions. Though you didn't bother to argue or point it out. While it certainly wasn't an explicit explanation of rejection, you smile regardless to him and lay your head on his chest. "Then call me a fool then, Sekido, because I don't think my mind will change when it comes to someone like you."

— KARAKU

You chirping with glee as you sat on Karaku's lap and patted powdered makeup that matched his dark skin tone onto the areas of his face that had purple veins on it. You held his chin in your other hand while closely examining for any spot you may have missed. Thankfully you didn't and you slid off of his lap while grabbing a handheld mirror and showing it to your lover.

"Look to see if I covered everything up." You say.

He takes the mirror out of your hand and looks at his reflection, his green eyes narrowing for any missed spots. "Hm... I think you covered everything up fine." He then turned to you with a frown and pointed to the horns on his head, "Now what are we going to do about these?"

Your face warms up when you remember the horns on his head. You didn't think about trying to hide them so you didn't know of any method of doing it. As far as you knew, Karaku couldn't conceal them. Therefore you were left with only one option.

With a cheerful smile you blurt out, "We can just tell everyone that they're a part of your costume!"

Karaku grimaces at you, "If you wanted me to dress up as a demon, we could have just forego the makeup and I could have just went as myself."

"Y-Yeah, but what if people get scared by how...devilish you look?"

The demon stood up from the bed and folded his arms above his head, "So? My devilish charm didn't stop you from mounting me like an animal." He smirked at the flustered expression you made.

"You shut your mouth! We've never even gotten that far!"

"Yet." He interjected.

After he made you fluster and stammer over your words again, you decide to ignore your lover for the time being and went to get dressed for the night. Tonight, you had established a date with Karaku by going out to a festival in the entertainment district. Of course there would be people there dressed in bizarre clothing, so you believed that Karaku could attend it without a problem. The only thing you had difficulties with was concealing his horns. Once you were dressed in your outfit for the night, you instructed him to dress in his black yukata tied with a red obi.

You left with him to go to the festival, while you were there some children were in awe at Karaku's "mask" and said he looked like a formidable demon. He arrogantly boasted about his muscles, showing his arms off to the kids and letting them hang off of it like a monkeys in a tree. Eventually they left you two alone and you and him enjoyed your time at the festival. There were some occurrences with Karaku almost exposing himself as a demon. Such as him tossing a ring and when he didn't land on any of the flasks, his supernatural strength was exposed when he slammed his fist on the counter and broke through the surface. Of course, the humans around you just assumed he was a overwhelmingly strong brute and paid him no mind.

As the night grew to a close, the musicians at the festival played lively music at a venue. The strings of the samisen, pounding on the taiko, and whistles of the shakuhachi sing. You took Karaku by the hand and led him in a graceful, animated dance. Your fingers were intertwined with his as you two dance closely to each other's bodies. The radiant smile you had never once faltered from your face as you moved your body to the rhythm of the music.

"Thank you for coming out with me tonight, Karaku," You say as you stare lovingly at him. Your heart was beating in your chest like a drum, and you had an inkling Karaku could hear it even with the music playing in the background. "I really enjoyed myself with you here."

The demon's lips curved up, his fangs peeking through when he did so and his hands settle on your hips. "The feeling is mutual my little human." His eyes softens at yours, and lids lowered as he leans closer to your lips.

Your face heats up when he leans intimately towards you. You try to back away from him, but Karaku is quicker and he keeps you pinned to his strong body. A flutter rises in your stomach. Your hands tighten on his shoulders, and you keep your feet planted on the ground.

"Karaku," you shyly whisper his name.

He doesn't say a word, instead his lips closes in on yours and the distance between you two is shortened. Your eyes shut as you perceive his warm and soft lips on yours. An idea crosses your mind to embrace Karaku by locking your hands together behind his nape. He could taste the sugary flavor lingering on your lips from the candied treat you had ate earlier. While the savor of it was unpalatable to his demonic appetite, Karaku found it to be rather nice as it was solely comparable to your gentle spirit. As your breaths mingled through the exhales of your noses, your hands moved up and fingers weaved into the thick wispy tresses of his hair.

The passionate kiss you shared with Karaku was abruptly short by the loud explosions of fireworks bursting in the night sky. You two pulled away from each other, and your eyes were locked. The explosion of fireworks weren't the only thing enchanting you that night.

— AIZETSU

You were laying in your bed, sleeping underneath the warmth of your blanket, at the time a gust of crisp air entered your room. The wind lifted your blanket away from your body and carried it to a desolate corner where it dropped into a heap. You unconsciously flinch and move into a fetal position. A candle you had lit beside your window got extinguished by the strength of the breeze. In seconds, you slowly awoke from your slumber and drowsily took in your surroundings in your bedchamber. As soon as you turned your head to your right you see an all too familiar dejected face framed by wispy onyx hair and luminous azure eyes.

You lift yourself up to sit upright and look up at your demonic significant other. "Aizetsu... what are you doing here?" You asks him softly. His sudden arrival was entirely unexpected as usually he would send you a letter about coming to see you in advance. With him appearing to you now in the dead of the night, you had wondered if anything went wrong with a mission he been assigned to.

He places his spear against the wall and slid off the bulky ropes around his shoulders. He takes a seat on the bed beside you and looks at the wooden floor. You don't utter a word when he reaches out and grabs your hand in his. Aizetsu's thumb strokes the top of your hand whilst gingerly holding it.

"Aizetsu," you repeat his name again and close the distance between your bodies. "What are you doing here?"

The sorrowful demon stops stroking your hand and tightens his grip on it. He quietly says, "I'm sorry for arriving without letting you know. We were in the area and I really wanted to see you before we left for our next mission." His head turned to face you with a troubled expression.

Your eyes widen and your body freeze for a moment. Then you mull over what he just said, and your face brightened. He separated from his other counterparts so he could visit you before they departed. It was thoughtful of him to do that.

"I'm happy to see you tonight, Aizetsu."

Your words took him by surprise as he stuttered, "Y-You are?" He questions, and leans his face closer to yours. The demon gently cups your cheek in his hand as he pleaded, "Please don't tell me you're saying that just to ease my misery."

You could feel your heart beat quicken from how close he was. You could just how many eyelashes he had and analyze the plum-colored ridges below his eyes. It was astounding despite how many times you spent with Aizetsu you were always nervous around him. You wonder if it was the same feeling for him.

Gradually, the distance between your lips closed and you felt sparks fly when his lips touched yours. The kiss wasn't anything too sensual or too dull, to you it felt just right. Aizetsu didn't want to encourage you into deepening it either, so the two of you just sat there feeling one another's lips in a sense of innocence.

Your lack of awareness of your surroundings was dwindling until the sudden bang! of your door pulled you away from the demon. Startled you both looked to where the origin of the sound came from and were annoyed to see none other than Karaku standing in the door way.

"Time's up kiddos, Aizetsu has to go with us now to the next location!"

You let out a sigh and turn your attention to your sorrowful lover, "I take this as you have to leave now, yes?"

Aizetsu nodded his head while he stood up from the bed still holding onto your hand. "I will be back for you, my beloved. Next time I will send a letter before surprising you again like this."

"You don't have to send a letter of notice anymore Aizetsu. If you surprise me like this again with a visit then I will be happy."

— UROGI

"UROGI!" You hollered from the from the ground and watched as your part-avian demonic lover flew through the sky terrorizing children. You knew that he wanted to eat them for sustenance, and while he was a demon and you were a human, you didn't want for him to do that to children. At least to keep his need to eat humans away from your sight and mind.

Once more you shout out his name, "Urogiiii!!"

He chortled and flew right past you shouting, "Just a moment my sunshine!" Your face fell into a frown when he did that. You could hear his boisterous laughter and the sound of children screaming afterwards. You did not want for him to consume those kids so you ran as fast as you could towards the sound.

"Urogi, do not eat those children!"

You came upon your lover and a small group of children, you thought that he had already began to eat them. Fortunately, you were wrong. Urogi was just playing with the human kids, and letting them climb on his back while he flew around with them. The stomach twisting feeling you had went away and you were relieved to find out the children were unharmed. Some of them had bright grins on their cherubic faces as Urogi leapt up towards the sky with three of them on his back and circle the glade.

The demon winked at you from above and played around with the children for a while. You waited for him to eventually descend from the ground safely with the kids and told the group to not tell their parents that a bird-man was flying around with them. For one, you didn't want to get into trouble, and two you didn't want for Urogi to end up getting killed by a hashira. To keep the children's promise not to tattle, you offered them candied treats if they wanted to play with Urogi again and led them to the path of their village before waving them goodbye.

After you watched the last child leave to go into their village, you turn your attention to Urogi and scowled at him. "Urogi! What the heck were you thinking?! Those children could have told their parents!"

"Relax, sunshine, those children weren't hurt were they? They'll be fine!"

You smack your hand to your forehead and rub your temples, grumbling, "That's not what I meant you bird brain! Children have loud mouths, if any of them tell someone about a bird-man flying around with them, they will come to get you!"

Urogi rolls his eyes at your excessive worry, "Calm down, do you want to go flying with me too? Is that it?" He took a step forward when you took a step back.

"W-What? No! I don't want to go-"

"Let's go for a ride, sunshine!"

As soon as the words left from his mouth, Urogi snatched you by the waist and took off with you into the night sky. The shrill shriek you emitted echoed as you wrestled with the demon to let you go. However you immediately stop once you realize that if keep struggling, and Urogi (accidentally of course) drops you, you could end up looking like a pancake. You glare at you lover who just smiles at you cheerfully.

You throw your arms over his shoulders and shout, "This isn't funny, Urogi!" Your eyes take a peek at how high up you are and you quickly hide your face in the junction of his neck and collarbone. A small fearful whimper resonating from you.

"It's not funny for you but I am having a joyous time right now!" He lowered you two towards the ground, though still he hovered just a few feet above. "Now does this make you more comfortable sunshine?"

"Yes it does."

You caught him off guard when you planted your lips against his. The kiss was fleeting, yet it still brought his mind to a brief pause. His golden eyes widen at you and he stood with his feet on the ground. The demon looks away from you once you start to grin.

"What's wrong my birdie? Did that kiss catch you off guard?"

"Don't tease me like that sunshine or you could end up in a predicament."

notes: it was not my intention to use gifs created by the same person lol but they all looked really good so- why not? also sorry for not posting as much, i have been fairly busy and also mentally drained these past few weeks.

[kokushibosbestie]

◍ Muichiro Tokito Playlist ◍

Reminder: ASKS ARE OPEN. ASK FOR PLAYLISTS PLS! <3

LUNCH - Billie Eilish bad guy - Billie Eilish goodbye - Billie Eilish Wilt - VRSTY Sugar, We're Goin Down - Fall Out Boy Do I Wanna Know - Arctic Monkeys Ain't It Fun - Paramore Lost Boy - Ruth B. Genius - Sia, Diplo, Labrinth, LSD The Middle - Zedd, Maren Morris, Grey Sunflower - Post Malone, Swae Lee lovely - Billie Eilish, Khalid Wait a Minute! - WILLOW death bed - Powfu, beabadoobee NIGHT DANCER - imase Perfect - Ed Sheeran Somebody Told Me - The Killers I Like Me Better - Lauv Talking to the Moon - Bruno Mars Bloody Mary - Lady Gaga Baby - Justin Beiber, Ludacris Rude - MAGIC! Grenade - Bruno Mars #BrooklynBloodPop - SyKo Haloweenie IV; Innards - Ashnikko La La La - Naughty Boy, Sam Smith Done for Me - Charlie Puth, Kehlani I Say A Little Prayer For You - Tori Kelly, Pharell Williams Ver. Hands up! - 6arelyhuman, kets4eki, Pixel Hood Tadow - Massego, FKJ Electrical - Bali Baby Sweet Dreams - Ferdinand fka Left Boy Faster n Harder - 6arelyhuman Sorry Not Sorry - Demi Lovato Walls Could Talk - Halsey GOOD LOYAL THOTS - Odetari GMFU - Odetari, 6arelyhuman ur not hot - callmespice XOXO (Kisses Hugs) - 6arelyhuman, horrormovies, Pixel Hood Copycat - Billie Eilish Mary On A Cross - Ghost killer queen - Mad Tsai lover boy - Mad Tsai House of Memories - Panic! At The Disco Heathens - Twenty One Pilots older - Isabel LaRosa Can't Remember to Forget You - Shakira, Rihanna Two Birds - Regina Specktor Counting Stars - OneRepublic Solo - Clean Bandit, Demi Lovato stacy's brother - Mad Tsai Pacify Her - Melanie Martinez Cake - Melanie Martinez Play Date - Melanie Martinez Tag, You're It - Melanie Martinez Stereo Hearts - Gym Class Heroes, Adam Levine Mockingbird (sped up) - fenekot (On Spotify) Washing Machine Heart - Mitski Warning from My Demons - SLAVES

GOSSIP - Maneskin, Tom Morello Dance, Dance - Fall Out Boy

You can try to tell me that he wouldn't listen to Melanie Martinez, Billie Eilish, 6arelyhuman, Odetari, and Mad Tsai, but we all know he would. You cannot change my mind, love. Anyway, this was super fun ngl so pls ask for character playlists guys! <3333

NONE OF THE PICTURES OR SONGS BEING USED/MENTIONED ARE MINE, ONCE AGAIN THEY ARE NOT MINE.

[mbohjeezart]

I was wondering what the difference between a personification, a muse, a champion, a reincarnation, a god, an incarnate, and a spirit is?

Also, what does silenced genius mean?

I'm answering these at the same time!

The whole title system is based on a "Blank" of "Blank", with the first being the type of power associated with the second part, which is a concept.

To specify:

A Personification is the embodiment of the concept. Xisuma is the personification of the Void, AKA literally the Void itself. (So Gem is Luck itself! A Muse is the thing that inspired said concept. xB being the Muse of Harvest means that he inspired the concept of harvest. A Champion is a former mortal who was an outstanding example at their concept. (Cub as the Champion of Innovation means that in his mortal life, he was exceptional at innovating.) To be a Reincarnation means that you need to have died! Usually it means that the person left behind their old title and reincarnated as their current concept, or that the old holder of the concept passed and it got taken over. (Tango as the Reincarnation of Bonds has indeed recently reincarnated into that title.) A God is the ruler of a concept. It is their realm, their power, their manifest. (Doc as the God of Growth has power over any kind of growth, mostly plantlife, but also emotional growth.) An Incarnate is similar to a Personification, but are closer to an embodiment in human form. This makes them a demi-god instead of a full god. (Pearl as Moon Incarnate, she's a demi-human blessed by the forces of the moon, which grants her her strength) A Spirit is a mix of a God and a Muse. They exist because their concept exists. (Skizz being the Spirit of Childhood (along with his other titles) means that he is the ruler of Childhood, but is also the inspiration to it.) A Nymph is a lesser powerful being that has powers over more specific, usually weaker concepts. (Bdubs, Nymph of Crepuscular Rays does not control all sunlight, only this specific form. Joel as "Spiteful Nymph" does rule over Spite, but more in the form of pettiness than actual spite itself.)

As for the Silenced Genius, Etho... Well. He falls under the "other" catagory, along with The Puppet, The Puppeteer, The Seamstress, The Curse-Bearer, The Dungeon Master- you get the idea. These are exceptions to their craft, where these titles are more important than their actual titles. Cleo having the Spirit of Weaving as her title is much less important than the role she plays as the Seamstress, after all.

And as for the beloved Curse-Bearer... What is the Cursed without his Curses?

[miquellaluciscaelum]

"Pure and radiant, he wields love to shrive clean the hearts of men. There is nothing more terrifying".

I warn you! It gotta be long, very long. And it's of course mostly my personal opinion, speculations, theories, ideas about my fav character in this game!

If you are ready, let's go!

A rather interesting and ambiguous set of phrases, especially in combination with the visuals.

I'd like to think about what these phrases mean for Miquella in the context of his character. In the fandom, Miquella is actually a pretty unique character. The main reason is how contradictory people's opinions about him are. He is perhaps one of those about whom we know the least, but at the same time people usually attribute some things and qualities to him with such conviction, as if we have his entire biography laid out on the table instead of a set of very ambiguous descriptions of items that often don't even have a direct relationship to him or they aren't reliably verified belonging to him.

First of all, objectively, Miquella is perhaps one of the most sinless characters in the world of the Elden ring. He is not a warrior who killed for the Golden order. He is not a person who has been proven to have organized and committed a conspiracy to kill another person who is a killer's relative by the way. He did not curse the whole region with rot and slow decay. He wasn't engaged in some super vile heretical practices, wanting to gain at least some power. He didn't even burn Minor Erdtree, do you understand? Hi, Rykard! And most importantly, he was not voluntarily associated with any outer god, who bring mostly destruction on Lands between, at least as far as we know.

We know for certain about Miquella that:

1. The main goal for him was to cure his sister from the curse. He was ready to renounce the Golden Order in trying to seek answers elsewhere, in other branches of magic and faith. It costs a lot. Considering than the closer time came to the Shattering, the more rigid and radical the rules of the Order became under the rule of Radagon. Blasphemy, and this is blasphemy, was punished very severely. Radagon was literally at war with his own son because he had renounced the Golden Order. Hi, Rykard again! And it was Miquella who rejected the Golden order and its practices in order to save his sister, and later most likely completely refused from faith, realizing how much the order was rotten from the inside, from its roots literally.

2. Miquella is a genius. Most likely, he is the smartest of all the demigods and people living in Lands between. His inventions in the fields of magic, engineering, and botany are either rare or legendary items in the game. Prosthetics, armor, needles, lilies, spells. The pure gold needle alone is capable of suppressing the influence of outer gods such as Goddess of Rot and God of Frenzied flame, this actually calls into question their power in the lands between. In this way, this confirms Malenia's words about the most fearsome Empyrean. And indirectly it can make it clear where Miquella's curse came from. Here I agree with @miquella-everywhere that the most likely candidate is Greater Will, which probably saw in Miquella the same threat as in Marika. Anyone who can overcome the influence of at least one god can potentially overcome them all.

3. Miquella is known for hosting all those abandoned, rejected and forgotten by the Golden order. Omens, crystalians, demi-humans, albinaurics, tarnished, assassins, wandering merchants. From his face or under the name of his alter ego Saint Trina, he helped and saved more creatures and people than we know for sure anyone else did. The fact that this content was cut from the game at the final stage of production does not mean that it does not exist.

4. He has a reliably good relationship with most of his family members. He and Malenia feel like two parts of the same soul. He should also have a fairly close and warm relationship with Godwyn, it is shown through the statue in his Haligtree and the description of the sword Golden Epitaph. For a while, he must have had a good relationship with his father, with whom they learned the wisdom of the Golden order together. There is also reason to believe that he had a good relationship with some part of the Carian family. Considering the swords of Miquella's knights, made according to the Carian pattern, and knight Loretta, who guarded Elphael in the end.

5. Miquella definitely has special abilities. Whether it's the properties of his blood, or the traits of his character.

Speaking about this property of endearing people to themselves, I think it is logical to assume that until proven otherwise, that:

- first of all, his role as a CHARISMATIC LEADER. Understand that when his curse revealed, he objectively could not become a warrior like all the other members of his family. He was most likely trained to become a ruler, sage or adviser, commonly a politician. This is charisma training, the ability to win people over, the ability to lead people, the ability to convince and achieve your goals. This does not mean that he is a liar or a manipulator, it means that he is a good person in bad conditions, who uses the tools available to him, can sometimes make gray borderline decisions, but at the same time do it for a better future. In an environment where his curse puts him below everyone else and the military career ladder, the faster way to the top, is inaccessible to him, he has to struggle with acquiring some kind of position even more. In the end before and during the Shattering, by the way, he ruled the entire fucking city with his sister, speaking of charisma and leader characters.

- secondly, the possibility of a special persuasion arose from some kind of natural magnetism exists, perhaps even uncontrolled by Miquella himself. We could all have noticed some insect-like features that Miquella has, wings, cocoons, etc. It is quite possible that there are some special pheromones that soften people's reactions to him and cause instinctive affection, like butterflies have, for example. I.e. partially it may be uncontrollable.

- thirdly, this "gift of persuasion" can be completely hereditary, i.e. it could have come from Marika herself. She still somehow forced the last giant to obey her and guard Forge of the Giants.

That is, his so-called manipulation could be partly uncontrollable, and partly caused by his upbringing and the initial limitations of his position due to the curse, which he absolutely needs to overcome because otherwise he will not have enough knowledge or resources to cure Malenia or himself. Can you blame him for using the tools available to him and perhaps even using his innocent appearance to achieve his goals more easily? I wouldn't. (Honestly, if in the end his darker and more ominous side will be revealed to us, and the guess that he bewitched people will become the truth, I won't start love him less🤣, but now all of these are still just speculations) Moreover, it is not mentioned anywhere that he compeled and controlled people on some cosmic scale, deprived them of their will and forced them to madly love him and follow his ideas. He didn't want to put himself on a pedestal, create a new order, or become an almighty god. If he has the kind of potential that you believe he has, if he is one huge reference to Griffith as you believe, he probably could, but it literally contradicts his whole character, goals and motivation.

But what I absolutely deny and hate is the version that it was Miquella who bewitched Mogh in order to use him for his own purposes and achieve a breakthrough in breaking his curse earlier. I think this is absolutely a piece of SHIT and smacks of VICTIMBLAMING. All Miquella got from his kidnapping was a cursed body; an abandoned and slowly degrading sister, whom he was actually trying to save; a dying rotting tree, he tried to grow with so much effort; and he, who fell under the influence of an outer god, the thing he tried to avoid himself and from which he is still trying to save Malenia. Moreover, we know literally NOTHING about what Mogh did to Miquella while he was with him and in what condition. And believe me, you don't want to know what they write about this in fanfiction and what boarders it sometimes goes beyond. I can't imagine any way in which Miquella could have planned something like this.

Returning to the set of phrases at the beginning of the trailer.

"Pure and radiant, he wields love to shrive clean the hearts of men. There is nothing more terrifying".

Two interpretations.

One based on his "special influence on people." Then it can literally be said here that he is able to change people's consciousness and worldview for the better or for the worse. To free people's hearts from evil and evil thoughts, perhaps any thoughts in principle. This means that he has great power. Whether he uses it or not is another matter. This interpretation echoes Malenia's words and seems to be the most obvious and quite ominous.

However, when I watched the trailer over and over again and this moment in particular, I realized something. The words about a pure innocent soul and strength contrast very strongly with the visual. He is literally so disgusting and repulsive compared to the image of Miquella that they create in our heads that it becomes strange.

And then I thought, what if there is another meaning?

What if it means that such a pure innocent soul has great potential to make the world a better place, to make people living there better. But the higher you fly, the more painful to fall. The more hope you have, the more terrible to experience the defeat. What if this literally means:

Such a pure innocent soul with enough love in her to purify people's hearts. That makes the end of these aspirations even more terrifying.

And they show us Miquella's bloodied, emaciated hand from the cocoon. All his desires: save his sister, save his brother, save himself, make the world a better place for the abandoned and rejected, let life and abundance flourish, ended here. In the hands of a pervert and his perverted god, in a stinking bloody swamp, buried deep underground without a single ray of sun, deep in a dream that has no end, abandoned and left alone. The road to hell has been paved with truly good intentions.

Fuck, I'm crying. Let me save my boy😭

I really don't understand how you can compare Miquella to Griffith when it's literally the same type of character that Miyazaki uses in every bloody game he creates. If you want to call it a rebirth of the world, let it be. Gwyndolin, Lothric, Kuro, Miquella. A boy cursed or weak from birth, different from generally accepted norms, with great responsibility and duty on his shoulders, a defender of ideals in spirit and a fighter against fate in fact, with problems in the family and a legacy more burdensome than beneficial, but most often with loving brothers and sisters and a strong warrior behind his back, master in magic or science, cold-blooded, but very naive at heart. Unwilling to give in to fate, gods, and the world that always expects something from them. Unwilling to surrender to death. These are very similar stories and there is no place in them for what you are looking for. I just hope that there will be no place for a bad ending in the new story either. 😭

Thank you for listening to my Ted talk about some cute soulsborn femboy✨. I even cried at the end. Hope you didn't get bored in the process. Trailer touched me on many soul layers.

[sparrowrye]

Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, part 18

Synopsis: soulmate AU where you have the same mark on your body as your soulmate, and if your soulmate dies, you die too. Alastor needs to make sure that his soulmate is safe so he can continue his reign - whatever that takes. Though it looks like we have a couple secrets of our own.

Previous part

Part 18: a new purpose

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"He's thousands of years old..." I said aloud as I stared at the ceiling. It was no wonder he was so powerful and knew absolutely everything. He had been around for centuries. He had witnessed the Great Collapse and watched humanity struggle to rebuild itself. How long had he spent on the surface and how many in Hell? It felt like there was so much I was completely unaware of when it came to him. Yet he knew everything about me because I had lived a fraction of a second compared to his life.

Despite this, it started to explain some of his behavior. His impatience with me must be from my lack of magic knowledge and how long it's taking me to unravel a curse. It would also explain his frustration with my existence in general. If he hadn't been tied down by a soulmate for hundreds of years, suddenly having one that knew nothing about the dangerous Demon world would cause concern. He's well known as a dangerous person on the surface and clearly isn't afraid to fight with other Overlords or even the King of Hell himself. He is a powerful Demon with a very less so powerful soulmate.

I grunted as I threw the covers off. I had healed plenty and felt back to my normal self, but the burn marks still lingered on my palm and face. I dressed in my usual plain pants and short sleeve for the day. Training with Alastor would start again but this time I was ready.

My conversation with Charlie sparked a genius idea. She had tried to make a hotel for Demons to attempt redemption. She had created a place separate from the rest of Hell, a place away from temptation and evil. Someplace secluded and safe. That was exactly what I was going to do.

Ring fights operated because of the fighters. Without fighters they were useless and uninteresting. If I could save the fighters, specifically the younger ones, and hide them away in a secret Sanctuary, the rings would have to find other means of obtaining fighters. Children were the easiest because they were the most defenseless. They were easy to manipulate physically and mentally, making escape impossible even if they grew older. Adults were much harder and not worth the effort.

Creating a Sanctuary would allow me something to defend at a central point. Once enough children were saved from the rings, it would be a few years before they could start up properly again. Once they did, I could go out again to save those children, too. It would be a constant process but it would get easier with time. I would likely have more help as the children grew older. How long could I live for?

I had to keep this idea a secret, though. Alastor wanted me to be knowledgable enough in magic to the point he won't have to worry about protecting me from other powerful Demons. Once that was accomplished, I had free reign of the world. I had known him long enough to know that he likes the power and control of his puppets, and cares very much for his reputation. The Radio Demon was soulbound to the Snake Demon, the one who attacks rings and saves the fighters. Good and evil. Safety and danger. We were opposites. I had a feeling he didn't like that.

The Radio Demon didn't grace us with his presence until later in the afternoon. I was invested in my book at the window when he slithered out of the walls. I kept my Demon side hidden and nonchalantly closed my book to give him my full attention.

"Before we do anything," I started, "what is the difference between Overlords magic and normal Demons?"

"Intriguing question." He sat on one of the chairs closest to me and laid his cane on his lap. "It's more simpler than you think. Overlords start as your average Demon with control over Element and Advance magic. Once they start making soul deals, their power grows and they obtain Existence magic."

"What are soul deals?"

"A soul-binding contract. Want me to demonstrate?" He held out his clawed hand, a faint green glow outline reaching over his whole body. Even his eyes seemed to have a tint of green to them.

"No thanks," I said. The glow disappeared as he straightened in the chair and fixed his suite. "What's the difference between a soul deal and a soulmate?"

"From what I understand, a soulmate connection is a mental tie to an individual. A soul deal is simply a contract but magic ensures both sides hold their end of the deal."

"You and Husker have one."

"In a way. Unfortunately for him, he lost his soul in a gamble. I have no side to uphold."

"Right."

"Any other questions?"

"How do you know all of this?"

"My dear, when you've been around for as long as I have, life can get boring. You look for anything to keep you entertained."

"Where did you get all the books though?"

His smile actually seemed to soften. "My mother collected them. She was the one who introduced me to magic." He spoke fondly of her, suggesting he had a close relationship with her. "Anything else?"

"Not right now."

"Good. We're attempting illusion magic today." He stood up and held his cane behind his back. "It requires imagination. Can you handle that?" My gaze hardened and I stood up without a remark. "We'll start simple, then. Picture something small on the desk."

Per usual, it never worked on the first try. I tried to imagine a rose lying on the corner of the large desk. My fingers fluttered as the frustration started to build in my head. I knew I was using magic because of the faint glow of dark purple in the corners of my vision. It didn't help that I could feel Alastor's presence just on the other side of my shields. He wasn't invading but he was there, watching.

I took a deep breath and tried closing my eyes, but something sharp nicked my forehead. My eyes snapped open to Alastor withdrawing his clawed hand. "Keep your eyes open. It doesn't work properly with them closed."

I rubbed the spot on my forehead. I let my Demon side come through so all my effort was being directed at this one, simple task. When I attempted it again, the faint outline of the rose came through. My excitement knocked it back into nothingness, taking my pride with it.

Alastor sat back down with his hands clasped in his lap. "Keep going.”

I held out my hand to the desk and brought the outline back. I tried to look past my black claws, focusing on the task rather than my nature. I kept my back to the fireplace so Alastor was on one side, still in view, and the table on the other. His presence didn't move from its original spot at my shields.

I tensed the muscles in my arm and tried to move all my energy through it. A smile crept on my face when the rose started to color and eventually sit fully on the desk. Alastor crossed to the desk and put his hand on it, abruptly snuffing it out.

"Hey--"

"An illusion is an illusion, unless you put more energy and matter into it. You will repeat the process until you can physically hold it in your hand." He conjured the rose into his own claw and held it up to his nose. "I expect such before I return."

"Where are you going?"

"I have a meeting with Rosie. We have important matters to discuss."

He disappeared without a warning. I let out an exasperated sigh and collapsed in one of the chairs. I looked around at the quiet, still library. I held my hand out and closed my eyes, recreating a perfect rose on the desk in a heartbeat.

****

"So how's the reading going?" Rosie asked enthusiastically.

"I hadn't realized soulmate magic was so expansive," Alastor admitted. The two of them were enjoying tea in her store together, just like old times.

"And how is the sweet thing doing?"

"Quite well, actually. She now wants to learn our magic, though I'm unsure of the reason behind it."

"Well did ya ask her?"

"In a way. Though I suspect I'll know soon enough when we attempt mind magic again. For now, I will take what I can with her. She seems to change on the spot without warning."

Rosie laughed. "You're an awful lot like that, too."

"Say, Rosie darling," he summoned a brown book in his claws, "how much of the information in this book can I trust?"

"I would say it's pretty accurate. It was written during the Great Collapse. Why do you ask?"

"I read that soulmates can combine energy. This is obviously written by a Human so I wonder if that energy could also mean magic."

"Hmm, that sounds plausible."

"If she's as powerful as we think, I can only imagine what can be done if our magic were to combine."

"You'll have to have a strong mental connection with her for that to happen."

"We both know I'm more than capable of handling any kind of power. I need her to be mentally capable of such. I need a strong connection on her part."

Rosie let out a sigh. "How do you plan to do that, exactly?"

"I'm going to do what I do best."

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Author’s Note:

Dun dun duuuuuunnnn. What exactly does Alastor do best? Well we all know he’s good at a lot of things. Hmmm, I wonder 😏

Let me know your thoughts!

[k9iriz]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 (𝐫𝐡𝐞𝐚’𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞)

𝘳𝘩𝘦𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘴𝘺𝘱𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘴 ; 𝘢 𝘥��𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘪𝘣 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 ; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳

𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 1/5

𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦

ever thought you had a reminder of your past? like a constant itching feeling you had something watching you every night?

you moving away from texas to flordia was the best thing, but it was a pain in the chest due to you being a single mom of a 10 year old.

it was hard to get him a perfect tutor. or anybody to babysit him when you did go to work for long nights.

after freshly moving in, you just had divorced your longtime high school sweetheart girlfriend, soonly mentally slapping yourself for being this financially stuck, but felt bad because your son was being neglected.

“im coming!” you yelled as you ram at the door, before being stopped in your tracks while opening it, a tall black haired woman stood at your door with your flyer, blinking in and out of your intrusive thoughts.

“my god…” you thought quietly to yourself.

“uh? i saw your poster down at the library for tutor and babysitter position? im actually a college student who’s looking for a side job.” the woman explained.

smiling happy that someone seen it right away, you stepped aside letting her in. “oh yes! come in!” you greeted, as the two walked into the dining room, sitting down at the table.

you couldn’t keep your eyes off of hee nonetheless, she looked like a mature young woman who knew what she was doing.

“um, yes! so what do you do on your free time?” i asked, looking up at the woman, taking in her features.

“study. i do like these tutoring classes for my classmates since im valedictorian, but my dorm fees have been stacking up. so i need a side job, which is what made me look at your poster, oh im demi by the way. call me rhea.” the woman smiled.

nice name…

“well, you don’t seem like a bad person. but are you good with kids?” y/n asked, grabbing her cellphone before looking at her records.

“very. i got siblings so i have to take care of them. it’s natural.” rhea nodded, smiling widely, showing her piercings that rested inside of her mouth.

“my private area has a heartbeat…” you thought, biting the inside of your mouth.

“he’s a 10 year old in the 3rd grade, he needs help in his math. he struggles a lot and without me here to help him, he’s not gonna pass. so you came just in time.” y/n explained, before taking a big breath of relief that she didn’t have to wait that long for a tutor to come by.

“i could help him out, im a math genius. i have a perfect semester grade in math.” rhea nodded.

“perfect! when can you start?” y/n smiled, before sitting up, everything checking out good.

“whenever you need me to ma’am.” rhea smiled at her efforts into getting a job.

“how about tonight?”

[ 𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐋 𝟔𝐭𝐡, 𝐁𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐀, 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀 ]

“alright bub. rhea is downstairs making you dinner. ill be home in the morning, okay?” y/n soothes her son before he smiled, running to hug her tight.

“okay! me and rhea are gonna have so much fun! we’re gonna watch the new mario movie!” y/s/n smiled, before rhea came up from behind me, leaning against the doorframe.

“im gonna miss him, he’s gonna go with his grandparents for a vacation.” y/n sighed, as rhea stood next to her.

“you still need someone to watch the house for you? or until his grandparents get em?” rhea looked at me up and down.

sometimes i get nervous when she does that. even though she’s been working here for almost a month, it’s not a day that does by where i get nervous by her.

her grandmother moved next door that she knew of so to kill the road and gas money usage, she stayed there with him and helped from time to time.

“yeah, i should be back by 12 since they need me for three hours and not the whole entire night.” y/n nodded before rhea and y/s/n ran downstairs, watching a movie.

she felt like she picked the right person to take care of her son and he sure did feel safe around her, felt like his second mom.

late that night….

y/n sped walked to her porch before opening the door, locking it before meeting darkness, but a light beamed in the kitchen.

“hey! he’s gone?” y/n whispered as rhea chuckled, smiling as she put the top over the pot, leaning against the counter.

“yeah. they got him a hour ago. sit down i made something to eat.” rhea suggested as y/n took the chance, soonly sitting down along with her.

“thank you. im so fucking beat from that shift and it was for only three hours.” y/n breathed out, before sitting her work bag besides her, feeling someone occupy the space.

“i can tell. that’s how my classes are. but, i meant to ask, are you married of some sort? this house is big enough for a married couple and a couple of kids.” rhea asked, feeling embarrassed for even asking, just laughing.

“it’s okay, don’t be embarrassed. divorced. married to my wife for three years and we had a son. we haven’t talked since then. she doesn’t wanna talk to us. i guess.” y/n frowned, sighing afterwards.

rhea got mad on the inside. who would want to divorce a woman like her? she was nice, beautiful, caring…even attracted to her.

and rhea found that out? she was already ready to make her move.

y/n poured some wine in her cup before sitting back next to her, moving closer.

they were a little tipsy, you can say.

“well…i wouldn’t want to be her. id be happy to take her place.” rhea jokingly requested as y/n laughed along, but rhea wasn’t joking, least to her.

“i would let you but, you’re way too young for me.” y/n felt herself getting tipsy, before getting up to walk to the living room, but soonly being stopped by rhea.

“since when did age stop you from fucking who you wanna fuck? hm?” rhea towered y/n, as her hands sat above her head. she was practically very tipsy.

y/n couldn’t take the heat of it all, she was practically just…falling into it & she loved every second of it.

“hm?” rhea muttered before softly kissing her lips, something you’ve been missing for awhile now.

“r-rhea…” y/n muttered before she softly began to kiss along her face to her ear, before she began sucking her earlobe, making y/n moan lightly.

everything felt so right and so damn good in that moment that she didn’t wanna stop.

everything flew out the window in that instant.

“give me one night. let me just…make you forget about her. just watch.” rhea whispered along her neck before picking her up, making y/n gasp.

“okay…but h-how?” y/n asked brainlessly before she threw her on the bed, slapping her thigh in a demanding order.

“take your panties off and let me show you.” rhea grabbed her leg before trailing kisses on the inside of her legs, making y/n’s whole body shutter.

“shh.” she lastly spoke.

im back? :)

for those asking, im working on “unwanted temptation” and my request box is closed! but dm me if you want to request a rhea imagine!

part two is a sex scene so don’t worry, lol but this is a new series i wanted to start bc i watched “the boy next door” and was hella inspired.

kai signing out! <3 lmk how i did!

[cletus-kasadys-gay-boy]

Cletus: *says the most enby ass shit despite being a cis guy because he thinks conforming to norms of any kind is for pussies*

ALSO CLETUS: *sees Venom and Eddie being romantic with eachother 2 seconds later* HA! I DIDN'T THINK YOU WERE A FA---- BROCK!

Headcanon that somewhere in the multiverse that there is a symbrock wedding and Cletus shows up just for cake, shoves it over, then leaves fast as fuck thinking it's genius.

"Cletus, gay people are real!"

*literally omnisexual and demi* "NOT IF I HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT!"

[tetrakys]

Today I come bearing a new little gift, that you can enjoy while waiting for the next EDC chapter.

Some context: I got married a few months ago and Chino, who was one of my bridesmaids, asked me what I wanted as a present. The evil genius in me thought that this was the perfect chance to ask for whatever I wanted and she wouldn't be able to refuse me 😈😈 (in the limit of what was in her power of course, like I would've gladly locked her in a room and forced her to make the Eldarya game of my dreams, but alas it's not only up to her).

So I asked her to write something for me 🥰 the scene of the first kiss with Ashkore, as it should've been if he hadn't been removed from TO crushes. And it's the most beautiful thing in the world 🥺💕🥺💕 best wedding gift ever 💕🔥

So I'm sharing it to make all Lance stans a little happy too, here you go, full credits to @chinomiko

A shiver of fear ran through my body. This time I was trapped. Lance just removed his mask and tossed it on the side, while strolling calmly towards me. It was crazy to think such a beautiful face had done so many horrors. He stopped a few inches from me. I had already backed up against the wall, the farther I could go. Last time I was lucky to escape, Leiftan knew where to look for me. But this time I was pretty sure he wouldn't do the mistake again. "You have no idea of all the things I'm gonna do to you now that you are in my hands… " I swallowed with difficulty. I knew the rules by now, a demi aengel is no match to a full grown dragon. My only defense left came as some sass. "And what is it ? Torture me with wips, knifes, ice ?.. Whatever you planned, I can handle it. I won't break. " A smirk. Should have kept this sass to myself. "Thanks for the suggestions…" His hand grabbed my shoulder, then went up caressing my collar bone and lingered on my neck" "What about we start with this ?" His hand tightened its grip slightly. So strangulation it is I guess… I closed my eyes in an attempt to avoid the upcoming pain. And then I felt it. His lips crashed on mine, soft yet demanding. I was stunned and he took advantage of my surprise to slip his tongue further, now claiming my mouth with heated bestiality. My body didn't fight back, I should have, but instead I leaned in the rough kiss, a moan escaping my lips. This seemed to be like the signal to put the rest of his body in action. He pinned me harder against the wall, his chest pushing against mine. Making it all difficult to breath. His hands now travelled along my body, from the side of my breasts, fingers brushing my soft and delicate skin, to my waist and my thighs. There his hands gripped me firmly and hoisted me. That's when I fought back, by constricting him around his waist with my legs, caging him against my body, but also giving him an easier access. He rocked his hips against my core, already wet with burning desire, and it gave me taste of how hard and thick he was in response. This was a better torture I could have never imagined. A shiver ran through my body. Not from fear this time.

[justinsentertainmentcorner]

Marissa R. Moss at Rolling Stone:

In 2016, at what became an ill-fated celebration to hopefully usher in the first female president, there was not one country music performer at the Democratic National Convention. There were pop stars like Demi Lovato, Lenny Kravitz, and Lady Gaga, but there wasn’t a single performance that drew from the country or Americana worlds. This was a mistake, clearly: The attitude was that country music and Southern/rural stuff was for Trumpers, and to be avoided at all costs, and that doesn’t end well when you’re trying to win an election, or understand the American public at large on a level deeper than “red state bad.” There are blue voters in those red states, if you get them to the polls, but you have to speak — or sing — their language to get them there.  

The first night of the 2024 Democratic National Convention, wherein we’ll once again make a go for a female president, looked and sounded a whole lot different from eight years ago. There weren’t big pop-star performances (though surely they are coming), but there was country: a country artist, Mickey Guyton, and a country person, Jason Isbell, singing “Something More than Free” with his unmistakable Alabama drawl in front of an image of a barn with an American flag on it. These signifiers have been generally reserved for Trump rallies when it comes to the Venn diagram of music and recent politics, with country music’s conservative core latching on to the jingoist beat in earnest since 9/11, though the alliance between the two dates back far longer. 

By opening their convention with Isbell and Guyton, Kamala Harris and Tim Walz seem to want to change that, with the cherry on top appearing in the form of a Harris/Walz camouflage baseball hat released a few weeks ago — it sold out instantly. But it’s country artists like Jason Aldean, who appeared at the Republican National Convention and engages in the workingman’s sport of country club golf with former president Trump, who like to own this sort of symbolism. His 2019 album, 9, even contained a song called “Camouflage Hat.” That’s the genius work of this one small bit of Harris/Walz merch. The hat reclaims the rural and Southern identity that mainstream Democrats have long ignored, all in with the power of one nifty little cap. Ella Emhoff proudly wore hers last night, while Walz displayed his own — also camouflage — Jason Isbell hat backstage. 

Meanwhile, it’s the Trump supporters who are the ones getting country music wrong, soundtracking their TikTok videos in support of the ex-president with none other than The Chicks’ “Not Ready to Make Nice,” which was written after their expulsion from Nashville in the wake of anti-Iraq War comments and their refusal to apologize. This baffling phenomenon by the right seems to come from either an inability to Google, or an assumption that everything country music must be conservative, and it’s hard to decide which is worse. 

Between Jason Isbell, Maren Morris, Mickey Guyton, and The Chicks, the DNC was eager to embrace country music. That is a good thing, as Republicans don’t have a monopoly on the genre. #DNC2024 #2024DNC

[pmkn2-0]

generator rex reboot is a MUST

for a "kids" show it was ahead of its time, either the rep or writing because in the end its still peak, but how do you come up with such amazing philosophy on humans wanting to be greater than humans, in greed for imortalilty, the balance shatters as a plauge turns humans into monsters, the very opposite of what the wished for, almost like a punihsmment, seperating evos and humans into war through and apocalypse. the disease just so happens to be a fictional version of HeLa cells?? that is so fire dude, scentists thinking they saved rex's life when in reality all they did was set him up for doom. the irony is just so peak, and black knight turning into a demi god where she trades her humanity for immortality?? rex, the nonhuman was more human then she ever wished to be. this show's writing is so genius its so unfair, how do you write a show like that and be okay after it gets canceled. if i dont reboot it in the future consider me dead.

[burnyourtrains]

She's being mean to me

I'm just having creative ideas 😤😤

You should draw the last supper but as fnaf yk

Are you seeing the vision I love you I miss you

Ali have you been drinking