#demon child saint Germain

[marune2]

What if :count saint Germain meet saint Germain“Original Story

Count Germain:what did you do in your wold don’t say you dared to do this whit your child?“looking seriously

Saint Germain: what do you want to hear we are the same person in some point but how could I not? I didn’t want to lost my child completely“staring back

Count Germain:so this how the vampire are born in your wold? Just because you couldn’t accept death? Death is a part of live you can’t choose for other

Saint Germain: say the right wo turn other into vampire too but how can you accept death? Especially of you child……

Count Germain:because I see it I know you are younger in mind and don’t understand but you need to learn didn’t you even try to ask you child like to understand him? And I ask bevor I turn

Saint Germain smile: I couldn’t……..a other boy take him away my son and he’s other siblings did not like what I did so this is why I’m in you wold….this is you Antwort dear count

Count Germain:you will learn saint now let’s go he is waiting

Saint germain :yes……….

[acediathemelancholy]

Prometheus?

So Prometheus was the one who stole fire from the gods to give to humanity in Greek mythology, which allows human civilization to begin. Tetsu spends the majority of his time in the demon of pride's space searching for fire. While the only potential source of light is gripped in the immortal's hands.

Prometheus' story is closely connected to the story of Pandora. Both are Greek myths concerning the origin of human civilization. On top of that, most of the versions of the story have Zeus sending Pandora down as revenge for Prometheus' deception. Pandora is supposedly the first woman sent to tempt humanity to open her jar (mistranslated later as a box) that contains all the evils of the world.

In some versions, Prometheus himself accepts Pandora as his wife and in others his brother Epimetheus marries her. Either way, the evils are unleashed on the world, but elpis (hope) remains in the jar. Later, these stories often were interpreted in conjunction with biblical creation myths, like Adam and Eve.

This confrontation between Tetsu and the demon of pride occurs at the same time as Pandora ravages the city. Algernon helped unleash Pandora on Tokyo as part of a scheme to get revenge Saint Germain, whose deception stole the life/fire of a child he truly cared about.

Anyway, this is probably why when Saint Germain lists possible relationships he could be to Kuro, he included lover. Prometheus and Adam are both mythical figures associated with the beginnings of human civilization. "Adam" as in Kuro is the first servamp and whose creation marks the beginning of Servamps's timeline. Because Saint Germain is Pandora, the sometimes wife of Prometheus, and Saint Germain created the concept of an Eve, named after the wife of Adam.

[hekateinhell]

#VCKinkWeek, Day 4: Pet Play

I was hoping to have this one (and another) done for kink week but real life has been happening and I don't want to phone it in, so here's a 2k snippet of my Lestat/Armand pet play fic for now — just something sweet and lighthearted! 💖

“You do look like a prissy cat, you know.”

“A what?” The look on Armand’s face was comical, his large eyes widening even more, the corners of his mouth tugging down further in annoyance — truly the very image of a disgruntled feline. 

Lestat couldn’t help it, he never could. Loud, rancorous laughter burst out of him, the kind that had him putting a hand over his chest to emphasize the melodrama of the moment, the kind that brought blood tears to his eyes. “A bothered petit pussycat, like some unlucky fool has just tossed you into the bath.”

Armand’s eyebrows shot up, his lips starting to twitch with poorly suppressed mirth. He seemed more entertained by the spectacle Lestat made rather than the actual words coming out of his mouth. 

“Is that right?” Armand settled himself on the velvet settee beside him, the proud tilt of his head making something in the region of Lestat’s chest clench painfully. 

What a princeling still, strong and poised, after everything he had endured.

“Yes,” Lestat’s laughter faded now and he quickly passed a hand over his face to dispose of any remaining evidence of the earlier display.

“Yes,” he continued, throat constricting with emotion, “If you were mon petit chaton, I would adorn you with the most luxurious collar money could buy. I would bathe you every night and feed you out of the palm of my hand, tender little thing that you are. I would have you in my coat pocket everywhere I go, and I would once never let you out of my sight. I would gather you to my chest at dawn each night and hold you there tightly until the sunset. You would be my most beloved pet, my most cherished possession.” 

Lestat ended abruptly then, breathless and acutely aware how every sentence he'd just uttered was paramount to a holy confession, a wretched love letter. He couldn't bear to look at Armand, to see the little demon feign surprise at Lestat's affection for him when it had been penned in at least five different novels for the entire world to see. 

And if Armand laughed, presumed it was merely the joke of an overly theatrical buffoon? Well, that would be the worst of all, wouldn't it? 

Oh Lestat, such pretty, hollow words from a monster’s mouth. 

Armand shifted closer, his deceptively delicate hand coming to rest over Lestat’s much larger one, the metal of their gold rings clinking together as he leaned fully against Lestat’s shoulder, 

I would let you, if that is what your heart desires. Whatever may please our king, of course. 

More than the slightest hint of sarcasm evident in Armand’s telepathic communications, and Armand must have felt him bristle because he pressed a little kiss to his collarbone, a crumb of sweetness to cleanse away the sting. 

Little Devil, Armand!

———

“Open it,” Lestat demanded with all the enthusiasm and intensity of a young child as he shoved the dark green velvet-covered rectangular box into Armand’s open hands. 

A rare moment when his youth truly shown through, the luminance of the hallway sconces catching onto the highlights in his golden curls as they bounced against his shoulders from a boyish excitement he could not contain. 

How sweet Lestat could be when he was in such a pleasant and playful mood. 

Bittersweet warmth bloomed through Armand’s chest at the sight, rising in his throat to temporarily restrict his vocal cords. He suppressed most of a smile as he collected his bearings, grounding himself by listening for the chaotic sounds of life just outside the heavy front doors of the Saint-Germain house. 

No need to indulge Lestat just yet. There would be time for that later. 

“And to what do I owe the pleasure?” he asked, knowing the longer he drew out the moment, the more gratifying the reward would be later for the both of them.  

Lestat, always so impatient, shifted his weight from one foot to the other in a decidedly human fashion.

No response as his large gray eyes darted restlessly from Armand’s carefully composed face to complete an extremely unnecessary inventory of the priceless paintings that decorated the entry area of the mansion and back again. The nervous, primal energy he had never quite been able to shed for any significant duration of time exhibiting itself for all to see. 

‘All’ presently meaning Armand. A rare occasion to be the only inhabitant of his own home over the past week — a blessing and curse. Until Lestat had arrived. 

“Nothing’s changed since you were last here,” Armand promised, placing a gentle hand on Lestat's forearm, brushing over the downy blond hairs repeatedly as though he meant to soothe an overstimulated animal. 

A puppy, perhaps. 

Maybe that’s why Lestat loved them so… After all, how often do we love other creatures at least in part for the aspects of ourselves which we see in them?

Lestat nodded in response, his throat making an audible click that Armand relished, the hunter in him thrilling at the giveaway of an easy mark in his midst.

A large hand came to brush against his rounded cheek, the invitation too great to resist, Lestat’s darker skin so warm and radiant from the fresh kill. Armand couldn’t help but to turn his face to nuzzle into his palm, chasing the sensation as if he could do away with the barriers of the flesh that separated them from each other. 

“If you think I am a dog, then you surely must be a kitten,” Lestat murmured, appearing every bit as serious as a scientist reporting his findings to a jury of his peers. “And what divine timing that I discover this now,” he continued, nudging the box still unopened in Armand’s other hand. “Must I beg?” he gestured widely, every ounce the dramatic Leilo on the stage he had once been. 

“It would do you well to beg me more often, Lestat,” Armand couldn’t resist a final provocation before he relented, stepping back for space to undo the little gold clasp at the front and pull back the cushioned lid. 

It’s a thin band of rigid emerald velvet, the circumference greater than that of a wrist but smaller than a waist, and directly in the middle lay an ornate square-cut gemstone of a similar color framed in a border of gold crusted with small diamonds. A single little golden bell clipped to the center of the band below the emerald. 

Certainly not… Armand furrowed his brow even as his lips curved upwards, betraying himself once again. Lestat wouldn’t be that presumptuous. Oh, but he would — if anyone would. 

There’s no mistaking the object in question. 

“A collar, Lestat? You would have me be your pet, in all seriousness?” Impossible to ignore the thrill that ran electric throughout his veins at hearing himself say the words, at seeing Lestat’s mouth drop open just enough to barely expose the very tips of his fangs, pupils dilating as his dead pulse quickened in response. 

“In all seriousness, yes,” he whispered, his stare piercing in its intensity as he reached forward to push back Armand’s auburn hair from his shoulders before gently rubbing his index and middle fingers over the slight swell of his adam’s apple where a collar would rest. “May I?” 

A formality, he must know that. How could Armand ever hope to deny him in this state? Open and yielding and giving, a merciful rainstorm after a long, savage drought. How many times had Armand fantasized over the centuries of having Lestat’s attention just so? 

“Of course,” his voice sounded small to his own ears but no matter, let Lestat think that was his original intent. He cast his long lashes down, knowing what an artfully deceptive picture of submission he made with the playful shadows over his cheekbones, head bowed ever so slightly: a perfectly trained pet ready to receive its master. Claws retracted and hidden for the time being. 

“My, my, aren’t you the sweetest of kittens?” Lestat’s speech held the tone of abject reverence as his fingers brushed against the back of Armand’s neck to fasten the collar into place. Armand imagined that he trembled as the band nestled snugly over his skin; the room shimmering in tones of yellow and rose, his senses crossing they often wont to in the formidable arousal of the moment. 

Armand’s entire world boiling down — as it so often did — to Lestat. His touch, the gray of his iridescent eyes that brought to mind a windswept beach on a stormy night, the hypnotic call of his powerful blood, unmistakable in its scent, made Armand’s mouth ache with thirst. The sound of Armand’s own drumming heart and the aroma of Lestat not a hair's breadth away crossing in his mind, drowning out whatever words the man was uttering now. 

“Armand… Armand… there he is, there is mon petit chaton.” Lestat was smiling, the little crinkles that formed around his eyes whenever he did something so human, his mouth still moving, making the same shapes over and over again.

Armand shook his head, hoping too late Lestat wouldn’t interpret the gesture as being directed at him.

It seemed ridiculously comical all of a sudden, standing here in the foyer of his home, spellbound into silence by having Lestat in front of him, seemingly proposing they play a game Armand didn’t fully grasp, in spite of him recalling the thought he had dropped into Lestat’s mind a couple of weeks prior: I would let you, if that is what your heart desires.

They’re at the precipice of something, a notion somehow too foreign and too familiar at the same time.

Lestat’s eyes darting towards the staircase and back to Armand’s face, awaiting an invitation that even he wasn’t bold enough to presume was his for the taking. His hands dropped back to his sides, the tissue paper in the boutique bag he still carried at his elbow rustled with the movement. 

“What else do you have in there, Lestat?” Without waiting for a reply, Armand offered him his most beatific smile, holding out his hand and gesturing him closer as though Armand were the one persuading a feral cat.

Lestat exhaled, a look not unlike relief brightening his features as he followed Armand up the narrow staircase to the bedchambers. “Ah, but curiosity killed the cat!” He clapped his hands, clearly pushing past whatever reserve he’d had. 

“Yes, yes, so I have heard.” Every step Armand took made the tiny bell at his throat jingle, a soundtrack to the fantasy. 

“You didn’t let me finish, mon chéri…” Lestat’s hand solid at Armand’s lower back, his breath cool over the shell of his ear. “Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.”

hope you enjoyed! trust me, the full version will be E rated! 💖

[beevean]

Netflix’s Castlevania gets a lot of flak around this blog, but let’s give a little credit where it’s due. Here’s 5 good parts.

1. Trevor, Sypha and Alucard vs. the vampire generals

Pretty easy one to mention: a stellar action scene that gets creative with the trio’s toolsets. It’d be a great game sequence, and the arrangement of Bloody Tears is the cherry on the icing on the cake.

2. Dracula never swears

Okay, if he ever did swear, it was probably something really light, but in a show where everyone is a Sir or Lady Swears-a-Lot to some extent, even DEATH, Drac had the most unique vocabulary.

3. They got “Saint Germain” right

Clearly, for what it’s worth, the show writers did their research on the name’s origin and pronunciation, whereas Konami’s localization team in 2005 seemed to just go off of how it was spelled.

4. A point on both sides

Obviously you want Trevor and the other heroes to win so humanity can have another chance for betterment (and the later Belmont protagonists can exist in this universe), but with how dickheaded and peabrained the majority of humanity is characterized through the whole show, you can’t blame Dracula or Isaac-in-Name-Only for wanting to wipe the slate clean (as misanthropic and needlessly extreme as they got). It’s an interesting deconstruction of classic good vs. evil and the general franchise premise, to say the least.

5. Beer is “better than sex”

Funniest gag between Trevor and Sypha, and the funniest post-Season 2.

Call this grasping at straws, but these were fun to mention.

Reply: I actually already made a list of the things I liked about NFCV :)

Mhh. I mostly agree with your points - yes S2E7 is the best episode in the show for the fight scenes, and Dracula really never swears btw, he might be the only major character to refrain from it. But point 4 is ehhhh. It feels too forcedly edgy for me to see it as the nuanced take the show wanted to convey. I don’t care if the guards are mean to Isaac when he wants through: they are still in the right to not want a dark wizard with demons in tow in the city. I don’t care if the villagers somehow didn’t believe Dracula when he threatened to kill them in one year: it doesn’t mean they deserved to be dismembered for the crime of not stopping a tyrannical bishop from killing a woman. And while I’m at it, I don’t feel Alucard is justified in insulting the Belmont clan because he saw the skull of a child vampire which I’m meant to take as “oh no look at them they’re so evil for killing kids :<”, when logically, a child vampire deserves to be taken out of their misery. Berserk did the Crapsack World better, like many edgy ideas from NFCV.

(also about #3 yeah CoD is also the game where Wallachia is pronounced with a SH sound. which, by the way, still trips me out. a little oof there lmao)

[cafe-enchante]

Do you think the cast of Cafe Enchante would get along with the cast of Code Realize? How about with the cast of Collar Malice or Piofore?

Funfact I havent actually beaten Collar Malice or Piofore yet XD (I'm working on it) so I cant answer for those.

As for Code and Cafe...

Sissi and Kororo best bros for LIFE and you can fight me on this one.

I want to say Misyr would get along with Arsene the most because Canon Route.

But I actually think he would get along best with Saint Germain and Herlock Sholmes!

I think things would be quite tense between him and Germain at first (Apostle and Demon and all) but I think things would smooth out and then they'd be the absolute trolls they are. With Herlock it would take Misyr all of .00001 seconds to realize he is Sherlock Holmes, get a bit star stuck, then develop dialogue.

On general you'll have a trio of absolute Trolls with Secrets and Knowledge in common.

I also think he'd develop an older brother type affection towards Cardia due to their similiar circumstances like he did with Il.

He'd probably have a lot of issues with Alestair and Finis though, and would probably respond to Nemo the same way he did with Asmodeus (also he would be very wary of Omninus and Victoria)

For Ignis I think he would probably get along just with Van. The two, from a personality standpoint, aren't all that similiar but the two do share in human strength and Ignis would definately love a sparring partner that wont go down in one punch and similarly this means Van could go all out and not have to worry about Ignis dying.

I also think Ignis would get along surprisingly well with Impey due to their shared abundant energy and Ignis's love of food and Impey's love of cooking.

That said, Ignis would probably get really annoyed by Fran and Cardia, seeing them basically having a pity party and seeing the CR crew basically coddle Cardia like Il is.

I will admit, Il was a tricky one. My first guy reaction was "of course Saint Germain, Apostle of Idea and an Angel of God?" And then realized that no. Il meeting Saint Germain would probably be mentally devastating to the both of them for differing reasons and as such I don't think the two would get along well at all at first.

I think the people Il would get along with the nest would probably be Victoria, Guinevere, and Hansel believe it or not. Each character has elements to them that work well with Il's own history (desire to be loved, authoritive abuse, dependance on false identities, ect) and I could easily see them getting along very well in different ways (Victoria would be amused by him, Guinevere would see him as the child she always wanted, Hansel would see himself)

It would be just to keep him away from Omninus, however, and Finis would likely not cope well with his existence.

Canus was another tricky one but I can solidly say he would likely get along best with Leonhardt, Finis and Cardia.

For Leonhardt they both share their desire to be loyal knights and protect their homes. For Cardia it would be their shared feelings of being Monsters by Design and he would probably see a lot of Titania in her thanks to both girls basically getting the middle finger from life and with Finis it's because he would basically be seeing a smaller blonde Vinnia.

I could also see him getting along pretty well with Fran.

Rindo would likely have the easiest time getting along with Arsene. Both have a past where they made a decision they deeply regret that got others killed, both are definately gentlemen (especially to the female lead), men of culture, and are willing to put their lives on the line to protect those they care about.

I could also see him getting along well with Nemo and Delly.

With Nemo it is mostly due to a shared Mad Scientist Quirk with Mikado, and with Delly he likely sees every Changeling child he has ever encountered and Dad Mode has activated.

For Kotone we have the obvious Cardia, both being young women and easy to get along with for the most part. That said I also think she'd get along very well with Fran due to his soft spoken demeanor and Arsene due to him probably being full of interesting stories of is escapades and heists alongside him generally just being good natured and a bit of a trickster (not unlike Misyr, actually)

As a side note I could also see Impey, Epilogi and Asmodeus becoming total bros, but Mikado and Nemo would probably try to murder each other at some point.

Also, I could see a Post Game Solitus getting along well (or falling in line behind) Victoria or maybe even Omnibus, but would not be able to stand Finis at all.

Also I would like to clarify that I think whether or not Misyr and Arsene could get along also directly depends on the routes for each game. If it is post Misyr and Arsene's routes i think they'd get along pretty good but pre their routes and i think they'd have a tough time due to the similarities in their personalities and the fact that Misyr would likely spent a lot of time lightly trolling/teasing Arsene and Arsene would have a hard time doing the same. (If it is post their routes they'd be on a level playing field for trolling and added a shared commonality in their Love Interests)

[lady-moonbroch]

Blood Donation: Claire Fraser

Full Name: Claire Saoirse McCarthy Fraser of Lovat (in short Claire Fraser)

Reason for name: Claire = clear, bright | Saoirse = freedom | McCarthy = her mother’s surname (Irish) | Fraser of Lovat = her father’s surname (Highland Clan)

Nickname: La Dame Blanche (the French equivalent of a witch or spirit, due to her knowledge as an apothecary and the aid she offers)

Family: Irvin Aidan Fraser of Lovat (father) || Catriona McCarthy (mother) || Róisín McCarthy (aunt) || Lachlan (Irvin’s childhood friend and brother-in-arms)

Age: 24 || Sex: Female || Blood Type: 0 || Height: 1,64 cm

Place of Birth: Beauly, Inverness, Highlands of Scotland

Birthday: 22nd of June 1730 (Summer Solstice)

Species/Race: Human \ Hereditary Sorceress

Ethnicity: Scottish \ Irish

Occupation: Healer \ Herbalist - Apothecary

Body Build: Toned and fit, hourglass shaped body, a well-proportioned mix of petit and curvaceous (large bosom, small waist and curvy hips)

Skin colour: Caucasian

Hair style: Usually straight, ending in loose curls. Otherwise braided and styled in half up-dos and embellished with ribbons of varying colours.

Hair colour: Auburn / Ginger (with a pinkish undertone).

Eye colour:  Her right eye is brown and her left eye is green.

Distinguishing Features: Soft dimples apparent when smiling, her heterochromia, light coloured freckles across her face and even less apparent ones on her body, three relatively small scars on her back from lash strikes, a couple of scattered small scars on her arms and legs.

Preferred Clothing: Rarely wears pants, enjoys dresses and skirts, often likes to wear her clan’s tartan, has a matching plaid patterned cloak which she embellishes with the Fraser badge. Her clothes of choice are usually simple, wears fancier clothes only on special occasions.

Accessories: earrings, rings and a couple of bracelets, her clan’s badge, plenty of ribbons and chokers.

Way of speaking: talks with a mix of a slight Irish / Scottish accent and idioms (brogue). She tries to speak as clearly as possible but it intensifies tenfold when she is angry. She speaks English, Gaelic, French and some Italian.

Illness (physical or mental): has mental trauma from the loss of her father and the witch trials that lead to her mother’s execution which manifests in nightmares and gloominess.

Skills/Abilities: 

Singing

Botany and herbalism

Basic knowledge of swordsmanship and archery

Playing the ocarina, the lute and the tambourine

Basic knowledge in painting

Knitting / Sewing

Farming and gardening

Cooking

Basic knowledge of carpentry

Horse riding

Magic Abilities:

Spell casting

Healing

Defensive magic

Elemental manipulation (mild)

Magical Medicine Manipulation | Potion Creation

Telekinesis & Telepathy

Precognition (manifested as dreams, but not often)

Necromancy and dark arts (used in very grave situations and it comes with a great cost)

Personality: 

Claire seems aloof and cold at first.  She's awkward and clammed in her shell but once comfortable she becomes a walking ray of sunshine. She’s very friendly and kind towards her friends. She can become slightly overprotective of them due to her worrying nature and often shows her mischievous side.

Her eyes are always sharp and keen when it comes to her loved ones, searching for the slightest change in their behaviour. She is a good listener and she will do anything for her friends. She wears her heart on her sleeve and speaks her mind frankly, often without thinking twice about the consequences. She wants people around her to laugh and smile sincerely and her clumsy, silly attics are more often than not a source of amusement for them.

Likes:

Reading books

Arts: singing, story telling, drawing, dancing

Helping others

Picking herbs and edible mushrooms, roots and berries from the forest

Gardening / Nature / Animals

Traveling

Children (although she’s a little awkward around them)

Being around people, often in the pub

Whiskey and ale

Dislikes:

Dishonesty

Mistreatment (especially of the less fortunate)

Prejudiced people 

Bad odour

Being touched by strangers 

Small spaces

Bugs

Relationships:

Le Comte de Saint Germaine: Comte was the was the first to find Claire as he walked the streets of Paris. After some hesitation she explained everything that had happened and led her here. He immediately took her under his wing, letting her stay in the mansion as if he was his own child and along with Leonardo became her tutor. Each taught her different skills, languages and good manners to fit in the society of Paris, but never allowed her to forget her homeland’s heritage. When she turned 18, Comte sent her to Edinburgh to study botanology and medicine and four years after she returns to the mansion to stay by his side as a way to thank him and repay him for his kindness and love. She adores Thyme and likes to play and give her treats as often as the Count allows it.

Leonardo Da Vinci: Claire met Leonardo the first day Comte brought her to the mansion. He lent her his shoulder and comforted her along with his old friend, became a doting friend and tutor for her that would proudly watch her grow and find her way to happiness again. She won’t admit it aloud, but Leonardo was actually her teenage crush. He, of course, knew it from the beginning and often teasingly offered to pose in nude for her as practice (in hindsight, she regrets not taking that chance). Even after spending many years apart their playful banter hasn’t changed. They still keep each other company, taking strolls while talking in the City of Light. She have tried to clean his room after she tripped on his anatomy books but soon gave up on the idea. She is often found cuddling and napping with Lumiére under the gazebo or in the rocking chair on the porch.

Vincent Van Gogh: She loves this ray of sunshine more than anything (who doesn’t). They often walk together in the forest or in town and brainstorm on ideas and impressions. He encourages her to not misunderstand his brother's words for aversion, but still watches them fondly when they bicker. She absolutely loves his work and admires his skills and takes up his offer to paint together when she has the time. Whenever the Dutch painter lacks inspiration or feels gloomy, she will sing to him or tell him a story to help his imagination stir. She always cares a small pouch full of nuts and berries for Brush, whom she finds absolutely adorable.

Theodorus Van Gogh: From the first time he saw her he was entranced by her unusual appearance and he, admittedly, struck her as quite a bonnie lad...until he opened his mouth to speak. They instantaneously began to bicker thanks to Theo’s acrimonious mannerisms and Claire’s quick temper. Despite this she was curious about his vocation, never having met an art dealer before and what impressed her the most was his passion. She slowly began to see the man behind the rough facade and was drawn into the sweetness he hid beneath his hard exterior, a side she witness in his time with Vincent and King. 

Arthur Conan Doyle: She found him attractive from the very beginning but the writer’s frivolous and indecently provocative ways filled her with dismay. She decided to keep a distance from him but was soon quite intrigued by his work. Both his writing skill and wit caught her interest, but it was also their common homeland that brought them closer and closer as the time passed by. Arthur invites her to the pub quite often, where they usually end up singing Irish and Scottish songs and teasing Theo out of his wits. After a while she begins to call him “Sassenach” as a word of endearment only used for him, betraying her growing fondness for the mystery writer. She enjoys taking long walks with him and Vic and talk about books and cases of mystery for Arthur’s new work.

Napoleon Bonaparte: They became friends rather quickly, thanks to Napoleon’s charisma and charm. She asked Napoleon to train her in combat and swordsmanship in order for her to improve her skills but they often cook together while they talk about history and their everyday shenanigans. She wants to help him enjoy this second chance in life, ease his troubles and insecurities about his life as a demi-vampire. They tease each other relentlessly, often causing a ruckus -much to Sebastian and Isaac’s dismay-. She’s very fond of Jupiter and enjoys to watch his encounters with her familiar, an albino raven named Glinda.

Jeanne D’ Arc: Although it took time for Jean to open up to her, he and Claire became close friends as time passed. They both bear a harsh past on their backs, and that helped to deepen their bond quickly. She was always saddened by his story, but doesn’t allow herself to pity him. She admires and holds great love and respect for him, standing at his side when his demons get the better of him. After much nagging, she convinced the soldier to spar and ride with her and Napoleon more often. She really loves Shelly and the two of them play often with the little cub in the garden.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: “You are too loud” he said, “You are too rude” she replied. That was the very first conversation between Mozart and Claire. She couldn’t believe there could be someone ruder than Theo, but she was wrong. It took plenty of time for them to connect on any level, both avoiding contact at all costs. Music was the bridge that finally brought them together, she enjoys listening to him play the piano, while Mozart enjoys hearing her sing, although he won’t admit it. their common friendship with Jean became another linking factor for them. She enjoys watching him being happy drunk, and will often teases him about it. The musician complains that Claire’s familiar is a bad influence on Schelm as they’re often seen together but she says he acts like an overprotective dad just to anger him further.

Dazai Osamu: It didn’t take too long for Claire to see behind his happy facade.  She became fond of him quickly and finds him endearing and funny but she can’t help to wish she could help him with the sadness that he hides behind his skilfully made-up smiles. She will often join him and Arthur when they tease Isaac or the other residents due to her mischievous nature. She is very interested in his work as an author as well as his culture, which is more than foreign for her and just enjoys talking to him as she silently admires his wit. She finds Bunta absolutely adorable, gives her treats and talks to her often when tends to the garden.

Isaac Newton: Although confused at first, the more she got to know Isaac the more she became fond of him. Poking fun at him with Arthur and Dazai and aggravating him never fails to put a smile on her face, albeit she knows when to stop and leave him be. She likes to listen to him talk about physics (although she cannot fully comprehend them) and joins him to stargaze when the night sky is clear. They often stroll in the city centre with Napoleon and watches them teach children at the alleyway. His clumsy way of showing his feelings make him all the more delightful in her eyes and the way he gets flustered so easily makes her eager to tease him. She finds little Harry adorable keeps an eye on him when he’s free to roam the garden of the mansion.

William Shakespeare: Although she is a huge fan of his work and no matter how much respect he has for the bard she remains highly suspicious of him. She is polite and friendly should he ever visit but she doesn’t have an ounce of trust for him and keeps her distance. Finds his bunny terribly cute, though.

Sebastian: She is quite fond of him, finds his quirks and his deadpan humour hilarious. She really respects his work around the mansion and admires his patience. They share mutual respect for Le Comte as well as the same curiosity and passion for history, thus if she coaxes any information from the residents she will transfer it to him (on her own volition she says). She loves to help him around with the housework and take some weight off his shoulders. Usually calls him “Bash”. She likes Rotte a lot and her knowledge of farm animals has been a huge help for Sebastian, especially when the little “Fräulein” needs trimming.

Paired with:  Arthur / Theodorus

_______________ A/N: Obviously Claire is very much inspired from Outlander (I love that series don’t judge me). Her common origins with Arthur were accidental (Doyle’s parents were actually Irish). And lastly there will be a fic about her background soon enough. Thank you for reading my OC extravaganza, lofk u!

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Code: Realize Route Review - SHIRLEY EXTRA ROUTE

We INTERRUPT YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED ROUTES WITH A SHIRLEY GORDON ROUTE REVIEW. Note, I’ve since done Finis’ route and much of Sholmes, but Shirley...Shirley can’t wait her turn.

Spoiler alert: There’s three good things about this route, unless you’re saving it for the last blast of nostalgia (don’t do that); Victor Frankenstein is present, Saint Germain is wonderful, and the boys all wear different clothing that, while more plain, makes them pretty hot. 

Every single part of this route other than that is awful, terrible, and should feel terrible.

Oh, Delly and Passy are cute, I guess. But they’re too good for this route. Spoilers for it, I guess, but I’m doing you a favor if you don’t read it. There’s also spoilers for some of the main routes, chiefly Germain’s and Victor’s. Mostly Saint Germain’s.

This one is more in-depth than usual routes, because...well...I hate all of it, so it’s not just jumping around to different points that I either love or hate or find frustrating.

If other reviews feel more like reactions to you, this one is more than thorough enough to be a review.

First thing’s first: Yes, Sholmes is in this route, but he’s not in it long enough to be able to pull it out of the muck and garbage that is this route.

Second: Yes, the boys all get cool BDH moments, but again, not even that can save this travesty of a route

I could have included those as small concessions at the start, but that wouldn’t fit the rule of three, and frankly those three things are the only stuff that’s present consistently enough to matter.

So the route opens with an amusing little scene where Lupin disguises himself as Sholmes (weirdly, Lupin flexes a skill that Sherlock Holmes would normally possess, but whatevs. Code Realize struggles a little to keep up with Sherlock. It happens.) and steals a statue, presumably sticking this story around the point where Lupin stole all the vamp treasures back for Delly. (It’s not, because later they establish it’s definitely after Victor’s chapter, and I think the airship race is referenced once as well, placing it in an alternate universe where Finis doesn’t ambush them at the lab and Lupin is like ‘whoops, I said I got everything but I forgot the most important treasure of all’)

He runs into some mafia who try to kill him to get the statue back, but if Lupin is anything, he’s bullet proof. You might expect this mafia stuff to loop back to the festival place that Lupin inadvertently wrecked, the sky pirates that he pissed off, or the black race they participated in. You’d be wrong. Those stuff are barely mentioned, and the only purpose they solve is a brief scene where The Demon flexes her skills.

So the Twilight are super hard looking for Cardia at this point and they may possibly even have narrowly escaped a Twilight raid at that lab without killing Finis (we know he’s not dead, because Cardia would never miss an opportunity to remind us of how scary Germain was when he killed Finis had it happened), and this naturally means that Impey decides to go ahead and send her off all on her own for a drive through Lowtown with just Sisi to defend her, because testing the automobile can’t wait and Van Helsing is about to create a bioweapon in the kitchen. Why doesn’t he send Delly with her? Because Delly doesn’t want to be in this story, don’t force him.

While on that test drive, where Cardia would be unable to fix the car if it broke down, making the test drive totally pointless except to needlessly endanger her and open up Finis’ route, The Demon appears. The Demon being the girl in the photo, and who the route is about, Shirley Gordon. Shirley. She’s the 13 year old daughter of a mafia boss who simultaneously just wants to be normal and wants to go on a murder spree.

Shirley makes a habit of running away from her ‘crime’ family. There’s no reason for her to do this, actually, because they dote on her, never make her do anything bad, and are really better considered vigilantes than mafia. They’re so virtuous that the Lawful Neutral Sholmes that explicitly states he only cares about what the law says, not about the morals behind those laws, thinks they’re a-okay and will help them without hesitation.

Anyway. Shirley runs away to do...something. It’s never clear where she thinks she’s running to, other than maybe hoping to find a different crime boss and murder the heck out of him. Along the way, she spots a random woman driving in an automobile and is like “Yes! That one! I’m going to drag her into this escape, knowing full well that it’s not just endangering her but everyone around when I make her SPEED through the streets running away from my family, even after she says ‘I can’t control the car any faster than this, I’ll hit civilians’!” She also tries to get her father killed by flinging him off of a car at high speed into a street full of other cars and horses. But it’s okay, cuz he’s sturdy.

Impey planned ahead for some danger that would inevitably befall Cardia, the most danger-attracted person in the kingdom (and I mean ‘attracted to danger’, because this is the woman who at one point is warned about a mass murderer and immediately decides she should go ahead and wander in the sewers until she gets lost because it’s raining) - he made a button that activates a transmitter that warns him if she’s in danger. And that’s it. He doesn’t even tell her what it is, so by the time she tries to use it, it’s too late to do anything effective. Imagine if instead of a band of vigilantes cornering her, it was Twilight. “Oh, gee, but I put a transmitter on her car! Where could Cardia-chan have GONE? She turned it on, but this is just an empty alleyway with the car, no Cardia.”

Everyone scolds Impey about it, but that’s mostly because of a sudden uptick in mafia stuff (which to be fair would also be bad, because had it been actual mafia they’d have gotten there in time to find Cardia’s bullet-ridden corpse instead) and not because he let Cardia go unsupervised while Twilight is still looking for her.

Okay, that’s a lot of words harping on one thing, but it’s the vital starting point of this entire story. It’s important, and it is ridiculous. Anyway, moving on. Stuff happens that isn’t important except as a plot framing device. Cardia talks with Shirley and her dad, and immediately accidentally reveals her poison. As one does. Because the mafia looks at a living weapon and doesn’t immediately recoil in horror, Cardia instantly latches on to them to the point that she almost forgets Lupin’s crew exists for a few seconds. (Elaine and Etty, too)

She remembers that ‘oh, you kidnapped me and you kept me in London and not in a super obvious landmark like St. Paul’s Cathedral or some apartment in Baker’s Street, you screwed up!’ just in time for the rescue party to make their explosive entrance. The crew sans Saint Germain (because Germain would be murdering people and that would be unfortunate under the circumstances) arrive in a blaze of glory that is, frankly, pretty fun and has a cool CGI. It’s a bright spot that’s only slightly dragged down by Cardia koalaing the first second third (fourth counting Sholmes just being surprised on the train and then discounting it) group of people who don’t see her as a monster (in a timeline where she never saw her 665 past versions) immediately upon seeing her alien acid--I mean poison.

Saint Germain arrives home just in time to feel a bit awkward for missing Cardia’s monthly kidnapping and hints at plot stuff. Delly is also there and is cute enough that Saint Germain can’t help teasing him a little. Some time later, no one seems particularly hurried, confirming this is either right after Victor’s chapter or an AU where Finis didn’t show up in the lab and everyone ended up at a dead end related to Isaac. Sholmes shows up at the mansion because for some reason a case that has his name practically written on it is too much for him to handle on his own and he feels he needs Arsene’s thief-y mind to help him with it (maybe he’s suspects it’s a trap and is looking into the Certain Person he’s hunting?)  - For no reason in particular, he goes ahead and leads the Gordons to Germain’s mansion as well.

Because Germain is there, it’s a pretty okay scene despite that. Sholmes and Germain are very alike and understand each other extremely well, and it sucks how little they get to interact.

Alas, the good scene can’t last, because while there’s a bunch of adults in a room talking, they unfortunately dragged dead weight into it, and it’s just a count down before Shirley blows her top. THIS HERE IS THE FIRST INSTANCE OF SOMETHING THAT REALLY BOTHERS ME.

Everyone, Cardia included, keeps crowing about how Shirley is Cardia’s first/only friend that is “Her age and gender”. Shirley is 13. At the end of this route, they will make a point to show that she’s about Delly’s age - Delly who is like a little brother/son and who never gets a route even two fandiscs in, because he’s too young. Cardia (although actually like 6) is in the body of someone who’s 17-18 years old. She’s a ‘young lady’, but not a child. She’s old enough that it’s not weird for thousands of years old Germain to be in love with her, nor is it creepy that Impey wants to sex her like a day after meeting her, and anywhere from 6 months to a year from the end of the plot each route she gets married. She’s old enough that Jack the Ripper considers her a legitimate target. She is NOT 13. Shirley isn’t her age, Shirley doesn’t act like her age. She’s basically a kid Cardia constantly has to babysit and who drags Cardia into trouble with her childish antics. It’s annoying that the game conflates a prepubescent child with an adult just because they’re both teenagers.

Anyway.

Shirley, in all her infinite wisdom, throws a temper tantrum because REASONS, and decides to drag Cardia out of an important meeting to go ‘have fun’ around town. And not only that, but she demands to do it without a single guard. While there are drug crazed killers wandering around town, and more importantly Twilight soldiers still looking for Cardia. Lupin gang comes to the absolutely deranged conclusion that Cardia will be fine ‘if she only runs into one or two Twilight’ as if that has ever been the case.

Remember how they all berated Impey for letting Cardia go on her own because dangerous mafia was out in the town? And then Cardia IMMEDIATELY GOT KIDNAPPED? Well, they don’t, because they all come to the same conclusion that Impey did and completely forget there’s still a group of killer mafia out there who probably are all the more likely to target Cardia when the daughter of a rival family is with her. If they wanted Shirley to shut up/Cardia to have some girl time, but they weren’t willing to send any adults out after her because it would be a bummer to catch that guy up on what he missed later, they could have sent Delly off to secretly tail her. But, again...Delly has his statue and now wants NOTHING to do with this route. As well he should.

Obviously, Cardia gets kidnapped immediately.

But first:

Shirley drags Cardia all over the place like an over-excited puppy, until she makes it to the mafia controlled festival place. Evidently it’s not her mafia, because while people are polite to her she still has to pay and play the games to get prizes. The cliche ‘she’s so good at shooting that an intentionally broken gun at a carnival game is no match for her’ thing plays out, complete with the ‘begging her to stop or they’ll go broke’ thing. What happens if you win too much is that the owner just says ‘mmkay you’re done for today’, that’s all. Also, even if you won the whole inventory from him, chances are he’s already made so much from failed attempts that it’d just be an annoyance.

At their last stop before they go home, Shirley finally realizes they’re being tailed (great reflexes, Shirley), and naturally her 13 year old, no-gun, no backup self immediately sprints after the person she’s sure killed her mother. Cardia, instead of picking up the girl with her superior strength and speed and carrying her home, foolishly decides to go off into the alleyways - which she KNOWS she shouldn’t do - after her.

Shock. Shirley runs into a blatant trap, because she is a child. She barks and yaps at the mafioso because she could do literally nothing else when she’s not even armed, and then Cardia is kidnapped alongside Shirley. Good job, Shirley! Your father was part of a three-part collaboration to take down Avido, but you bravely marched yourself into his arms and gave him ultimate leverage against not one but two of those groups!

Instead of instantly being killed to send a message, or even immediately used as effective leverage, they’re fortunate enough to just get stuck on a ship. It’s a good thing Avido has no connections to Twilight, because it sure would suck if he kept Shirley for leverage and then sent Cardia off to Finis. Fortunately, Impey learned from his previous mistake and this time put the tracker ON Cardia. So they can find her dead body more easily, if she ran into literally anyone who didn’t decide to just keep her safely locked up somewhere instead of killing her.

Shirley tells her sob story, it pales in comparison to even Lupin’s past, but Cardia feels terrible for her anyway because she hasn’t heard any of those stories yet on this route. Shirley, who wouldn’t sound out of place as Leon’s daughter, screams and tantrums about how she’s definitely gonna kill Avido while trapped in a cell who-knows-where with no actual way to kill him. She nearly just kills herself instead, slamming uselessly into the door like a rabid dog. Cardia has to jump in the way just to stop her.

Because, despite her rampant kidnapping, Cardia is actually competent most of the time, once Shirley stops causing a ruckus Cardia manages to spring them from the cell. The escape doesn’t last, because Avido uses ‘infinite footsteps’ jutsu, and Cardia and Shirley are surrounded. Remember in the Train Robbery chapter where Cardia remarks that Van Helsing taught her it’s really hard to get overwhelmed in an enclosed space like a tight hallway?

Yeah, forget that.

Anyway, in a charming semi-callback moment, the wall explodes nearby, letting Van Helsing and Germain into the hallway, chattering pleasantly with each other. Germain looks dapper AF while walking through the wreckage of the wall, as usual. It’s a nice moment. And, you know, if you get rescued by Van and Germain you’re pretty much set. Not much is gonna overwhelm that.

EXCEPT WHEN IT DOES, HAH. Avido pulls the ol’ “I have your friends and if you don’t want them to die, you’d best come with me peacefully” and so naturally the noted war hero whose family died because he went along with such a demand and the hostage taker killed them anyway, and the multi-thousands of year old assassin who has not just seen every trick in the book but probably written the book, immediately fall for it and go along with Avido.

Everyone, including the trickster thief and the other mafioso, also fell for the trick and so everyone ends up gathered in one place at the ballroom as Avido wants. Fortunately, Avido didn’t bring them all together to easily execute them, because their total lack of trust for each other’s skills really would have bitten them all in the butt then (except Germain, who would have egg on his face shortly before he killed all the mafia on board in revenge, I’m sure). Instead, he just wants them to...be there.

No, he doesn’t have any specific purpose for them. He just wants them there. He also wants Cardia dressed up for no particular reason. Fortunately, the Gordons gave Cardia a fancy dress right before she got kidnapped, and Victor has the poison proofing down so well now that he can just go ahead and treat a complex ensemble like that while riding in a car speeding its way to Liverpool. Because...well, there’s no actual reason why he’d feel it was an emergency to treat that clothing, nor why he’d even have brought it, but it’s a good thing Victor really wanted to see Cardia in that dress.

I guess you can argue that Lupin decided it was a part of his plan to make Cardia strip down and swap clothes when they found her so she could sneak out, but...that’s a stretch and a half. Especially when they were exploding walls to get in and find her. Stealth is gone when you use explosions, boys.

Anyway, the outfits Lupin made for the boys are great. Yes, they’re a little plain and not nearly as quirky as their normal ones...but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Some annoying things like Impey’s always half-off sleeve are gone, and both Victor’s questionable color scheme and Lupin’s atrocity are replaced with a suit meant to make them look good. Still the pointless top hats though. Always the top hats.

Unfortunately, though Shirley’s also meant to change, the plot and game itself instantaneously forgets this and it’s never mentioned or shown. Even more unfortunate: you might see Cardia in a beautiful new outfit and hope for the boys to give some kind of impressed, breathtaken, or blushy response.

They won’t. No one even comments on how she looks beyond maybe Shirley. Not even Impey, noted horndog, makes a comment. Lupin who presumably is the reason they brought the dress at all makes no comment, In short, Cardia looking pretty is just for you, the player. It won’t make any difference except that she gets a CG or two dressed up in it.

Avido flexes that all the sketchy mafia and questionable nobility who attend a black market cruise are in danger if Lupin or Gordon makes a move. Fortunately for his plans, everyone except Shirley actually cares about that, and so their hands are tied. Again, not really sure why Avido would threaten his customers so that people who want to take him down and provide him zero benefit won’t do anything when he even says later he could gun them down in full view and none of his customers would find it weird.

When the gang and mafia are all put into an extravagant room that Saint Germain had previously booked for himself (because he’s a bit of a cad that loves his antiques, dammit, the fact that it’s illegally acquired is really not that important!) Shirley realizes it’s been practically a whole half hour since she’s made a nuisance of herself, and so she starts screaming and tantrumming because her father didn’t shoot Avido dead back when there were countless bystanders around and each one of her allies - herself included - had guns pointed at them.

No. She literally throws a shrieking tantrum that involves flinging things across the room when he sends her off essentially ‘to her room’, and then spends the rest of the night sobbing into Passy’s arms. This, the person who keeps whining and complaining that no one will treat her like an adult, that people keep sheltering, that Cardia bafflingly keeps trying to compare herself to. She has a childish meltdown when she’s told ‘no, we can’t just kill Avido right now’.

Amazing.

Her dad, Darius, tells his sob story. It’s basically the same as Shirley’s, nothing really to write home about. Honestly, I kept expecting some kind of twist where Shirley’s mother actually betrayed them and he’d been forced to kill her to save Shirley, or her mother was actually on the cruise ship working with Avido. That’s how boring and unimportant the backstory is. You think Impey and Lupin’s stories are limp? Shirley’s story is just a big old ‘so?’. Even the last detail Darius later adds is like ‘and? You got angry and wanted to kill someone for murdering your wife. But you didn’t.’

Imagine for a moment if Germain’s story was that he got to know that little boy, got attached, and then even though he desperately didn’t want to do it, he killed him like he was supposed to. And then nothing happened after that, he just went on continuing to Idea Apostle

YEAH! THAT’S RIGHT! EVEN THAT WOULD BE MUCH WORSE THAN DARIUS’ STORY.

I’m getting sidetracked here, but this is a brutal part of the story that’s hard to get through, because Shirley is so beyond obnoxious, screaming and throwing a literal fit because no one listens to her, while they play the sad music that means you’re supposed to care.

Anyway, because Avido was too dumb to kill the people who are determined to stop him, Lupin and the others immediately start plotting to stop him. There’s a drug plot that’s designed to make the statue Lupin steals matter and give Victor something to do. Cardia is a competent nurse and Victor looks hot while he saves someone’s life, but man did I think it was a trap when someone ran in saying Victor was calling for her. That would be giving this route WAY too much credit.

For reasons that aren’t clear, there’s a room that has a bunch of counterfeit treasures of everything that’s up for sale. They bad counterfeits, though, and couldn’t possibly be mistaken for the same item, so it’s not like it’s an art theft swap or something. It just serves to show where a small part of the drugs are hidden. Not all of them, mind, because that would give the room a reason to exist. Just some of it.

The crew split up. Impey and Van Helsing both go to the engine room so they can seize it and turn the ship around before it can go to international waters. Because for some reason crimes committed there would cause a war or something. Cardia probably could have mentioned to them that she took out the whole engine crew on her own, so using up the vampire AND the living weapon on that assignment isn’t likely to be necessary, but that’d require some kind of sense, which this route doesn’t have.

Victor, Lupin, and Germain do...stuff. I think Germain goes off to seize the drugs in the food, Victor goes off somewhere nondescript to make an antidote, and Lupin farts around for a while to waste some time. What’s important is that even though Cardia’s there to see all the assignments go out, Lupin secretly also told Germain to find all the valuables in the ship and set charges on them. Probably because it would take .5 seconds for Germain to overpower some cooks and mafia boys and everyone knows it.

Cardia, bereft of plot, goes back to the room to wait to be important, and finds out that Shirley realized she slept through her half hour and forced her way through a window...I guess to the outside of the ship? And scaled up the outside of the hull like the demon beast she is, to escape confinement in her room. So she can run off and be a waste of space and oxygen not in her room, but somewhere actively detrimental to all the plans everyone’s made without her.

Presumably because everyone is as sick of Shirley as I am at this point, no one even tries to look for her this time. Maybe they all hoped she fell off overboard, I dunno. You’d think they’d all know she’d make a beeline to Avido and go collect her there, banking on the fact that Avido doesn’t know they’re planning anything (effective) and is determined to make them play the part of innocent passengers right now. But nah. She’d just screw up any plan they made anyway.

Lupin showboats around and disseminates the antidote to all the passengers during the auction via a fancy champagne tower. Then, long before all of them could actually have drank their cups, he goes ahead and tells Avido exactly what he’s done, forcing them to move onto the next step. The step that definitely involves most of the passengers dropping their glasses in a blind panic.

Avido, by the way, is a human traficker. The reason he keeps Cardia alive and kidnaps her instead of leaving her be or killing her is because he thinks she’d sell for a high price. It’s not a secret that he does this. Mafia apparently do it all the time, to the point where the no-crime Gordon family casually discuss the possibility of selling Cardia until another person has to remind the first that ‘yo we don’t do that’. Avido also traffics drugs. Drugs which inevitably either kill the user or turns the user into a violent zombie akin to a Hidden Strength victim, meaning that he’s causing a lot of deaths. Avido has personally killed a whole lot of people. He murdered one of his henchmen just because they failed to get a statue he doesn’t even care that much about.

Got that? Avido’s a bad boy. Objectively, Avido is worse than just about anyone else in the game other than Victoria - who at least has her ‘greater good’ reasons - Isaac - who is insane with grief - and Azoth. Hidden Strength victims are out of their mind, and while Nemo is callous toward human life in the face of science, he doesn’t go out of his way to murder for kicks and giggles. He’s also insane. Omnibus, also, is a question of personal morality vs greater good. Avido? Stone-cold sane, no greater good involved, he just wants power because he thinks it sounds fun.

Now that we’ve established that, does anyone in the room just kill Avido?

No. No they do not. Instead, they waffle about it and ramble about philosophy until he’s able to wrench back the upper hand via sheer numbers (because Van and Germain are otherwise engaged), and backs everyone up onto the surface of the boat.

Sadly, Shirley didn’t fall off the boat, she just jumped into Avido’s arms so she could become his hostage. AGAIN. He doesn’t reveal this at first, even when they’re outside and he has the upper hand. He takes his time before he brings out the unconscious Shirley. Supposedly she got so far as to point a gun at Avido this time, but I don’t think I believe him, because her strategy up until this point has been ‘angrily yap at him hoping he’ll just off himself’. Plus she’s supposed to actually have some skill with a gun and is psychotically enraged at him. She’d definitely have shot him if she ever thought to bring a gun.

Fortunately, there’s still some competent people on board the ship, and Impey + Van Helsing bust through the top of the ship in Impey’s automobile to help turn the tide of the battle. Sisi is there too. Which makes one ask ‘where is Delly, then?’

The answer is ‘not in this route, screw you, he doesn’t want to be here’.

Where’s Germain? He’s busy. It’ll be obvious why in a bit. That said, they have Avido dead to rights once Van Helsing and Impey get there (it’s mostly Van. Impey’s great and all, but Van doesn’t need back up) What do they do? Do they kill this murdering scumbag who wants to rule the entire world just so he can kill people when he feels like it? Who’s sold girls off into slavery? Who’s killed people just because he felt annoyed?

NO. FOR IF YOU KILL ME, BATMAN, YOU WILL BECOME ME.

Now, Impey and Lupin don’t kill. Even when Lupin was like ‘Hey, I love this girl and if you say that again I’ll literally kill you’, he didn’t actually kill the guy when the person immediately said it again. Victor can do it, but it’s pretty deeply traumatizing to him, and he’s pretty firmly in the ‘might doesn’t make right’ camp. But Van Helsing does. Sure, he’s deeply traumatized from the war and he won’t kill unless necessary - pretty much it’s a hard sell to kill anyone not Finis shaped....but he does it. Between ‘crime family compromising its ideals for revenge and becoming criminals’ and ‘man under the protection of the crown killing a violent and horrible criminal he was sent to deal with who has directly endangered his friends’, Van’s gonna just step up and do it.

Instead though, it seems Lupin had told everyone on the team except Cardia about his actual plan, which was to blow all the treasures to hell instead, and let Shirley pull the trigger. because revenge, I guess.

Since the ship is now SINKING, Impey and everyone but Germain (hold pls, he’s busy) drive off of the ship onto the dock in a way that would definitely do damage to the car and the dock, and into the night with the assumption that the Yard will do clean up from there.

In the biggest plot twist of the entire route, when treated the exact same way he was last time he got caught and had his plans blow up in his face, Avido again doesn’t learn his lesson. Instead, he manages to get a mother heckin tank off of his sinking ship and chases the Impeymobile through the streets.

Let me take a moment to say: the insane scientist he got this from had BETTER be Nemo, or else all of Victoria’s dreams of the UK having superior military force to the rest of the world just went up in smoke. Because, fun fact, Germany wasn’t so hard to handle in WW2 because of mustard gas. It was their tanks. (and as another aside: Germany got beaten up in WW1, only to come back dominant in WW2, so Victoria’s entire ‘spark a world war now to ensure dominance forever’ plan wouldn’t work no matter what)

Anyway, back to the subject at hand: I’m not mad that they don’t know how to fight a tank. That’s understandable. Tanks are a big deal. My problem is that the tank is able to plow right through solid brick buildings lengthwise. Not one or two, but just...constantly plowing through the alleyways at a speed so high that an automobile can’t escape. That is not how it works. Another problem is that neither Impey nor Lupin ever realize that the tank can’t turn for heck, and the automobile could spin circles around it if necessary.

But most of all, Avido pops his stupid head out of the tank at one point during the chase, and somehow it continues to be piloted. There’s never any mention or indication that anyone is in that tank besides him, he’s just Mr. Fantastic, and can stretch out and bend his legs infinitely, allowing him to pilot a tank full speed while standing more than halfway out of the thing. Worse than that super power, we have an impenetrable literal tank chasing the Lupin group around, destroying Liverpool, backing them into a corner. Soon they’re going to run out of a place to run, or they’re going to get hit and die.

Why, then, does Van Helsing see Avido pop his stupid head out, and proceed to do literally nothing? Obviously at this point he should just kill Avido, because nothing else will stop him, but just a few minutes before it’s mentioned that Van Helsing is so quick to switch from shrapnel to rock salt that it looks like some kind of a super power, which means he has ZERO reason he can’t just shoot Avido in the face with rock salt and knock the fool out.

Instead...they do nothing and just listen to him babble for a bit until his head pops back in again. Then they discuss jumping over to the tank and probably intend to get in there to get at him. You know, like they could have just done if he popped his head out.

Faced with all possible choices, Lupin decides the smart thing to do is to ram full speed into a renovating hotel and hope Avido is stupid enough to follow in. And, you know, that the falling debris will do anything to a tank that rammed right through an entire alleyway worth of buildings without slowing down or looking at all damaged.

Van Helsing is Van Helsing, and he protects the automobile from excessive damage, and lo - the plan works. It incapacitates the tank.

Avido, who could now safely play dead and wait for them to leave, instead climbs out of the tank (uninjured) and comes at them again. At this point although he was initially intimidated by Van Helsing he seems to be aware that no one is ever going to kill him, because he charges Van Helsing again.

Cue long boring monologue involving Avido’s slightly more interesting sob story and Darius absolutely refusing to ever kill Avido because IDEALS.

Currently they looped back around to the port and are near the boat, which may make you say ‘oh wait, where is Saint Germain anyway?’ The answer to that question is ‘not there, because we can’t have a literal time assassin who massacres entire villages of innocent people for the sake of the timeline be here while we pretend that good people don’t kill’. Sholmes also sat this out, because he would have been given permission to kill Avido legally, and we can’t have that.

But yes.

Germain’s busy on the boat threatening to kill people for some sweet art, while everyone is passionately preaching at Avido that they’d never kill him, not ever. Which is good for Avido, because if Germain weren’t busy getting filthier rich, the conversation would have been cut very short.

Y’know.

When Germain just stabbed him through the heart from behind.

As he does.

Also, we’d have to answer the question of ‘if this man is endangering the entire world with his plan, or even all of London, isn’t this a serious concern for the proper path of humanity? Ie; shouldn’t Germain be killing this man?’ if he were there.

Darius is like ‘well, you’re family, so even though you’re a murderous psychopath who purposefully got people nonconsensually addicted to a deadly drug and sold who knows how many innocents into slavery, I’m gonna look out for you’ just in time for Leonhart to show up and flail angrily at Arsene.

He immediately blames Lupin and the gang for the mass destruction of Liverpool, and instead of anyone saying “Well, actually it’s that tank there, It kept shelling the place and mowing through buildings because Avido is a psychopath”, Victor goes “Well, we have no excuse”

yes

yes you do

you didn’t do the destruction. (Except the hotel, but at that point it was ‘damage a rebuilding hotel or die’, so really...)

There’s a vaguely humorous bit where the mafioso realizes that the royal guard isn’t interested in arresting the mafia, just the random band of thieves, and then, wonderfully...Saint Germain finally shows up.

Truly, he lights up everything when he’s around. Aside from the times when he’s obligated to turn his murder blades on Cardia. That’s just sad.

Anyway, left to his own devices, Germain extorted a bunch of mafia into overfilling his automobile full of priceless treasures and cash. He’s shameless about it. It’s adorable. Give that man your art. Do it. It’s not a request, he’s taking your art.

Anyway, since the Impeymobile is wrecked, they all hop into Germain’s getaway car, and zoom off in a pretty cute ending CG, benny hill music playing as Leon chases them and Victor - poor, precious baby - nearly falling out of the car like a dweeb.

Sadly, there’s an epilogue, because this route is bad and it won’t let Germain save it.

Oh yeah, there’s an irrelevant noble who dies right before Germain probably would have killed him anyway. It’s stated that no one really tries to stop Germain from keeping his treasures, because most of them were originally acquired illegally and some are even national treasures of other nations, so even acknowledging they exist would possibly spark a war that Victoria totally, definitely doesn’t actually want for realsies.

Victoria responds to them saving the country and the world by not really responding. Instead, she sends them an invoice for the damage to Liverpool that they didn’t cause. It’s just so knee-slappingly hilarious that the invoice somehow matches the cost of those aforementioned priceless treasures. Because that gag is ALWAYS FUNNY AND NEVER OLD! IT’S SO FUNNY! HAHA THEY MADE MONEY BUT THE COST TOOK UP ALL THE MONEY! HAHA

except you know...

how...

how does the cost match priceless artifacts? Germain isn’t selling them, and he can’t even if he wants to. There’s not even price tags on some of them. How is it they’re ‘in the red’? Just the cash that was in the car?

Yeah, no, it’s stupid.

And to just cap off that bowl of stupid, we get to see The Demon, who unfortunately survived her repeated kamekaze attempts. This time the Lupin gang remembered that Twilight exists, so Delly and Passy go with her and Cardia on the town.

Naturally, because Shirley’s a little shit, she harasses and disrespects Delly.

...Well, it’s supposed to just be ‘two kids playing’, but Shirley’s a miserable little cave troll without a single redeeming iota of her being, so it just comes off as her being unreasonably rude to Delly.

There’s another photographer moment like in the Airship picture, but instead of a cute picture, it’s cropped out Delly and Passy, and just focuses on Shirley and Cardia holding ice cream, while the little brat has five scoops on her cone, which is definitely going to end up mostly melted on the street.

The route ends with Cardia being happy that she’s ‘made a friend that’s her same gender and age’. After establishing RIGHT BEFORE that Shirley is about Delly’s age, and is playing like a child with him while Cardia and Passy watch them.

Also for some weird reason, everyone is convinced that Sisi is a guard dog in this route. Just because.

You might think ‘is there a pay off with that whole statue thing’? no

You might think ‘okay, so what’s the conclusion with Herlock Sholmes? Does he toss some part of his earning for the assignment to Lupin and the others who actually did 100% of the job while he sat back and did nothing?’ no, nothing happens

You may think ‘okay, at least maybe they clarify what happens with the Twilight, or where Shirley is during the epilogues?’ no

no they don’t.

you may even think ‘at least Avido is dead or in prison or something permanently punished for all the horrible-’

no

no

it’s a bad route

it’s an awful route

it’s bad, bro.

Just enjoy the boys - particularly Germain - being cute. That’s all you get.

But not Delly.

Delly didn’t want to be a part of this crappy route.

[thenightling]

My review of Castlevania season 3 (Spoilers inside)

Be warned:  This post has Spoilers!

I am sorry to say that ultimately this season of Castlevania disappointed me.   The artwork is still gorgeous, and the scoring a mastful blend of music from the games and Bill Nighy as Saint Germain was a delight.  however ultimately this season was just not as good as seasons 1 and 2.

For starters was ANYONE surprised by the reveal of the Judge’s little secret?  Please don’t answer that  The question was intended as rhetorical and I don’t feel like becoming depressed with people.

I noticed the key back when Sypha and Trevor were having tea with The Judge.   Every time there was a scene in his office the key was drawn in such a way as to make it pop out.  The fact that he was voiced by Jason f--king Isaacs was another clue.   And finally, the weird way he spoke about how children don’t run around in his town.   And the instructions he gave to the one boy he caught running.  Those were all red flags for me.  This is a child serial killer!    I was NOT surprised by that.   Come on!  It’s Jason Isaacs.

Saint Germain is loosely based on an historic figure who has a lot of legends attached to him since he claimed to be five hundred years old and his true origin was always shrouded in mystery.   He seems to have a lot of similarity with Faust from German  lore, who was supposed to have lived in fifteenth century Germany and (according to Goethe) sometimes time traveled to ancient times.  I feel like these two historic figures / legends were merged together for this character.  To me, as a fan of Goethe’s two part Faust, he feels more like Faust than Saint Germain.

I liked him . He was fun. And Bill Nighy did a great job with his voice.   I hope we see him again.    

Unfortunately a lot of this season felt like filler. Not only was The Judge’s “little secret” weirdly predictable if you watch enough horror and crime drama and notice animation quirks like the key standing out and know stories like Blue Beard but other things were predictable too.

As soon as I saw those two Japanese escaped slaves I knew they would betray Alucard.  I was annoyed that it took all season to get there.

I know some people were upset that Dracula appears to be in Hell with Lisa and obviously Lisa does NOT belong in Hell but I noticed a few things.   The camera angle went very far away from the suicide forest and the conventional domain of Hell.   No, that looked more like a limbo or Purgatory.  Did you notice the camera angle flipped when it travels to them?  Also there are no demons or Hell fire around them.   They are in tact, whole and together.  They don’t look miserable.   In fact I had the impression Dracula does NOT want to be resurrected.  He’s happy where he is.  He’s with Lisa, that’s all he cares about.

The reveal about Alcuard’s sexuality was welcome.  Poor Alucard, he wanted to trust and love...  

And I liked The Captain.  And Isaac’s new mirror.  

Also why the Hell did no one remove those sigils for Harvest and change on all the houses?!?

As for the rest... Not much has changed.   Hector was a slave / pet at the end of the last season.  Now he’s just been seduced and put into a magical slave ring.  Isaac is still wandering with his Night Creatures.   And Trevor and Sypha are still travelling and occasionally killing monsters. And poor Alucard is all alone. These are things most of us knew at the end of the last season.   

Still beautifully animated.  Beautifully scored.  Saint Germain was the most fun thing about the season and Bill Nighy was a great choice for his voice.   The rest was ultimately disappointing because it was either predictable or felt like filler.

[pupil-of-law]

‘you may as well give in now. don’t bother stringing this out.’ ((We've not rp'ed before, wanted to reach out, hope this is ok))

@symphonyofmalice

Lord Sebastian Reed turned his head from where he stood before an altar of St. Antoine, at the approach of a new set of footsteps. Somewhere out of sight, they were hardly more than a whisking of the air; like the footfall of a sneaking child. But the Église Saint-Germain des Prés was so silent tonight - only a couple of spinsters sharing an old world nobility of dress and a copy of Le Figaro had been perched on a far bench when he’d entered at around midnight - that the sound was perceptible.

Sebastian had been here for almost half an hour now, and it had been his intention to stay all night, or at least until the household he had been thrust into had all retired to bed. Tired of being embarrassed by his grandfather at a dinner party for the Duc de Broglie and Duc Pasquier, he had slipped away without a word. There they came again - along the right hand aisle. Sebastian, on the left hand side of the church under a velvet-blue sky of stars, followed them somewhat aimlessly to the transept, where, stopping before an altar of St. Sebastian full of arrows, he caught sight of the shadow of a man. He glanced up towards the back of the church. The two old maids had gone.

And when the shadow gained the gilded outline of a form as Sebastian stepped forward into the moonlit nave, he saw that it was a boy of a similar age to himself. Only his hair was like the tousled crown of Rubinstein’s demon at the Palais Garnier, and his eyes were of a colour Sebastian had not seen before, to be found among the vanished jewels of salt-soft Atlantis rather than the crowded streets of Paris. For what seemed like a long time, Sebastian simply stared at the young man in gentle curiosity.

And when the stranger spoke, Sebastian couldn’t help but look slightly perplexed. He felt slightly cold in his dinner jacket, though the church had not seemed so before. ‘I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean,’ he said softly. ‘If you mean to rob me, I have no money. And I would rather you didn’t deprive me of my coat.’

[whisperthatruns]

Knoxville, December 27, 2016, for Marilyn Kallet’s 70th birthday. This poem was constructed to carry any memory you want to hold close.

We

arrived

when the days

grew legs of night.

Chocolates were offered.

We ate latkes for hours

to celebrate light and friends.

We will keep going despite dark

or a madman in a white house dream.

Let’s talk about something else said the dog

who begs faithfully at the door of goodwill:

a biscuit will do, a voice of reason, meat sticks — 

I dreamed all of this I told her, you, me, and Paris — 

it was impossible to make it through the tragedy

without poetry. What are we without winds becoming words?

Becoming old children born to children born to sing us into

love. Another level of love, beyond the neighbor’s holiday light

display proclaiming goodwill to all men who have lost their way in the dark

as they tried to find the car door, the bottle hidden behind the seat, reason

to keep on going past all the times they failed at sharing love, love. It’s weak they think — 

or some romantic bullshit, a movie set propped up behind on slats, said the wizard

of junk understanding who pretends to be the wise all-knowing dog behind a cheap fan.

It’s in the plan for the new world straining to break through the floor of this one, said the Angel of

All-That-You-Know-and-Forgot-and-Will-Find, as she flutters the edge of your mind when you try to

sing the blues to the future of everything that might happen and will. All the losses come tumbling

down, down, down at three in the morning as do all the shouldn’t-haves or should-haves. It doesn’t matter, girl —

I’ll be here to pick you up, said Memory, in her red shoes, and the dress that showed off brown legs. When you met

him at the age you have always loved, hair perfect with a little wave, and that shine in your skin from believing what was

impossible was possible, you were not afraid. You stood up in love in a French story and there fell ever

a light rain as you crossed the Seine to meet him for café in Saint-Germain-des-Prés. You wrote a poem beneath the tender

skin from your ribs to your hip bone, in the slender then, and you are still writing that song to convince the sweetness of every

bit of straggling moonlight, star and sunlight to become words in your mouth, in your kiss — that kiss that will never die, you will all

ways fall in love. It doesn’t matter how old, how many days, hours, or memories, we can fall in love over and over

again. The Seine or Tennessee or any river with a soul knows the depths descending when it comes to seeing the sun or moon stare

back, without shame, remorse, or guilt. This is what I remember she told her husband when they bedded down that night in the house that would begin

marriage. That house was built of twenty-four doves, rugs from India, cooking recipes from seven generations of mothers and their sisters,

and wave upon wave of tears, and the concrete of resolution for the steps that continue all the way to the heavens, past guardian dogs, dog

after dog to protect. They are humble earth angels, and the rowdiest, even nasty. You try and lick yourself like that, imagine. And the Old

Woman laughed as she slipped off her cheap shoes and parked them under the bed that lies at the center of the garden of good and evil. She’d seen it all. Done it

more than once. Tonight, she just wanted a good sleep, and picked up the book of poetry by her bed, which was over a journal she kept when her mother was dying.

These words from May Sarton she kept in the fourth room of her heart, “Love, come upon him warily and deep / For if he startle first it were as well / to bind a fox’s

throat with a gold bell /As hold him when it is his will to leap.” And she considered that every line of a poem was a lead line into the spirit world to capture a

bit of memory, pieces of gold confetti, a kind of celebration. We all want to be remembered, even memory, even the way the light came in the kitchen

window, when her mother turned up the dial on that cool mist color 
of a radio, when memory crossed the path of longing and took 
mother’s arm and she put down her apron

said, “I don’t mind if I do,” and they danced, you watching, as you began your own cache of remembering. Already you had stored the taste of mother as milk, father as a labor

of sweat and love, and night as a lonely boat of stars that took you into who you were before you slid through the hips of the story. There are no words when you cross the

gate of forbidden waters, or is it a sheer scarf of the finest silk, or is it something else that causes you to forget. Nothing is ever forgotten says the god of remembering

who protects the heartbeat of every little cell of knowing from the Antarctic to the soft spot at the top of this planetary baby. Oh baby, come here, let me tell you the story

of the party you will never forget, no matter where you go, where you are, or where you will be when you cross the line and say, no more. No more greedy kings, no more disappointments, no more orphans,

or thefts of souls or lands, no more killing for the sport of killing. No more, no more, except more of the story so I will understand exactly what I am doing here, and why, she said to the fox

guardian who took her arm to help her cross the road that was given to the care of Natives who made sure the earth spirits were fed with songs, and the other things they loved to eat. They like sweets, cookies, and flowers.

It was getting late and the fox guardian picked up her books as she hurried through the streets of strife. But it wasn’t getting late. There was no late, only a plate of tamales on the counter waiting to be

or not to be. At this age, said the fox, we are closer to the not to be, which is the to be in the fields of sweet grasses. Wherever you are, enjoy the evening, how the sun walks the horizon before cross

sing over to be, and we then exist under the realm of the moon. There’s where fears slay us, in the dark of the howling mind. We all battle. Befriend them, the moon said as a crab skittered under her skirt, her daughter in

the high chair, waiting for cereal and toast. What a girl she turned out to be, a willow tree, a blessing to the winds, to her family. There she is married, and we start the story all over again, said her father

in a toast to the happiness of who we are and who we are becoming as Change in a new model sedan whips it down the freeway toward the generations that follow, one after another in the original

lands of the Mvskoke who are still here. Nobody goes anywhere though we are always leaving and returning. It’s a ceremony. Sunrise occurs everywhere, in lizard time, human time, or a fern uncurling time. We

instinctually reach for light food, we digest it, make love, art or 
trouble of it. The sun crowns us at noon. The whole earth is a queen. Then there are always goodbyes. At sunset say goodbye to hurt, to suffering, to the pain you caused others,

or yourself. Goodbye, goodbye, to Carrie Fisher, the Star Wars phenomenon, and George Michael, the singer. They were planets in our emotional universe. Some of my memories are opened by the image of love on screen in an

imagined future, or broken open when the sax solo of “Careless Whisper” blows through the communal heart. Yes, there’s a cosmic consciousness. Jung named it but it was there long before named by Vedic and Mvskoke scientists. And, there is

a cosmic hearteousness — for the heart is the higher mind and nothing can be forgotten there, no ever or ever. How do I sing this so 
I don’t forget? Ask the poets. Each word is a box that can be opened or closed. Then a train of words, phrases

garnered by music and the need for rhythm to organize chaos. Like right here, now, in this poem is the transition phase. I remembered it while giving birth, summer sun bearing down on the city melting asphalt but there we were, my daughter

and I, at the door between worlds. I was happier than ever before to welcome her, happiness was the path she chose to enter, and 
I couldn’t push yet, not yet, and then there appeared a pool of the 
bluest water. We waited there for a breath

to catch up, and then it did, and she took it that girl who was beautiful beyond dolphin dreaming, and we made it, we did, to the other side of suffering. This is the story our mothers tell but we couldn’t hear it in our ears stuffed with Barbie advertising,

with our mothers’ own loathing set in place by patriarchal scripture, the smothering rules to stop insurrection by domesticated slaves, or wives. It hurt everybody. The fathers cannot know what they are feeling in such a spiritual backwash. Worship

boxes set into place by the need for money and power will not beget freedom. Only warships. For freedom, freedom, oh freedom sang the slaves, the oar rhythm of the blues lifting up the spirits of peoples whose bodies were worn out, or destroyed by a man’s slash,

hit of greed. This is our memory too, said America. Heredity is a field of blood, celebration, and forgetfulness. Don’t take on more than you can carry, said the eagle to his twin sons, fighting each other in the sky over a fox, dangling between

them. It’s that time of the year, when we eat tamales and latkes. We light candles, fires to make the way for a newborn child, for fresh 
understanding. Demons will try to make houses out of jealousy, anger, 
pride, greed, or more destructive material. They place them in a

part of the body that will hold them: liver, heart, knee, or brain. So, my friend, let’s let that go, for joy, for chocolates made of ashes, mangos, grapefruit, or chili from Oaxaca, for sparkling wine from Spain, for these children who show up in our dreams and want to live at any cost because

we are here to feed them joy. Your soul is so finely woven the silkworms went on strike, said the mulberry tree. We all have mulberry trees in the memory yard. They hold the place for skinned knees earned by small braveries, cousins you love who are gone, a father cutting a watermelon in the summer on the porch, and a mother so in love that her heart breaks — it will never be the same, yet all memory bends to fit. The heart has uncountable rooms. We turn to leave here, and so will the hedgehog who makes a home next to that porch. We become birds, poems.

Joy Harjo, “Becoming Seventy”

[marune2]

What if :count saint Germain meet saint Germain“Original Story

Count Germain:well good old time’s I remember my child‘s laughing………

Saint Germain raise a eye brow: wait how old get’s you child? Bevor It’s did die? Na my get’s 18 bevor he got killed

Count Germain:in the same age as yours to plus aren’t you to young to have a child you are like 16 in human year’s

Saint Germain:well I can manipulate my form and I did wanted a family……and we are in the same age just this you stop age in you 50er old man and I’m a demon human hybrid as fare I know so I’m younger as you and age didn’t Mather in the past

Count Germain:well if you say so…..well let’s don’t talk more about it past is past

[marune2]

Servamp Sleepy ash run away Au idea

In this story did. live the Servamp whit the count/saint Germain together and were pretty mush as a family

But in one point did. sleepy ash and germain(mostly sleepy ash) argue too each other so bad this sleepy ash run away upset

Sleepy ash meeting then gear and one came too other and they began too live whit each other

Germain and the Servamp siblings worrying there ass of abaut ash

But at first did find the Servamp ash and did try too bring him too talk all out whit there dad but ash is too stubborn for this and Germain doesn’t know what he should say so he just at first let his children talk whit him

But as Germain did hear this he’s purr innocent sick child live whit a Werwolf wo mech be interested in he’s child and get’s all wrong and then leads one thing too a other and hell beak’s out

Never upset a immortal demon like parent

[marune2]

Single parenthood of saint Germain chapter 2

Summary

Germain learning too take care of baby sleepy ash whit he’s Servamp abelity‘s

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Germain did put up a cot for the child Germain did then peacefully looks after what go’s wrong why sleepy ash is a baby and not completed the baby whas peacefully as Germany whas working more hear he the baby babbling behind him

As he turn araund see he sleeping ash flying in the air the baby whas happy too see he’s parent

Sleepy ash: Ah auuae da baba“say he happy and did try too fly too Germain but don’t control it

Germain caching fast the child in the air bevor what happened and hold he’s baby in front of him

Germain:you like too scared my mine child this is deangerus ha…. Na at least I know this I need too put up something over the cot this you don’t fly of…..

Sleepy ash just giggle at Germain just happy and babbling happy

Germain: you lucky you so cute my child……

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After some day’s did. Germain learn this sleepy ash sharp shift but whit out control what can came from the demon he put in the child

And even better sleep ash is a really big Leon cub what Fell the need too bite on everything what he like even germain‘s work and tail

Germain need too search a big toy for the child too bite on what is child safe

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And sleepy ash demon year the demon is floret whit ash and they are not on same level the devil did show he whas mad at Germain for this

And Germain is not all sure what the demon tell he’s child if sleepy ash sleeping some time wake ash happy up some time crying if ash crying because of the demon Germain will show no mercy too him

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Germain take the child at night out there sleeping ash turn in he’s animal form at sun light what is not easy too Handel

And sleepy ash like it the child love it if they are in a big Feld whit ship’s Germain is happy if he’s child smile and laughing happy

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And the the biggest red flag on the incomplete child is the need of blood it will give problems for the child Germain is scared this he’s child will go the wrong way but he will take care this this not happen

But right now get the child a baby bottle even Germain can’t properly sleep there the child wake him up every at day and night

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And luckily have the child a really bright blue hair and looks luckily like a child whit albinism even he need take care of he’s child there the stupid humans think this he is a demon what sleepy ash is not in he’s eyes

And year the Labor house will be more child pov

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Single parenthood of saint Germain chapter 1

Summary

Saint germain is the creator of the Servamp a demon whit many face’s wo is really powerful and know really mush of the world but it’s give things what not even they can handle and this is parenthood and now have they the first Servamp fresh created as a baby in front of them let’s see how fare it’s will go

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Germain don’t know what it do sleepy ash became a baby did they do something wrong?! But it’s whas the price they hat too pay too bring they child back too live

Right now sleeping the child so Germain Looks After books for children ore more demon like children they don’t really know what too do

As it find the books came they back too the child then see they this the child is awake the baby boy stare at Germain as he burst In tears out

Germain instinct‘s tell it too protected the child and looks what make sleepy ash cry and kill it ore make it away do he remember he’s past? Germain will find out

Germain let’s the books fall and go fast too the crying child and hold him tight but not to tight on them Germain can’t remember wo whas the last time it did whas in body contact whit a other living form like this

Germain: shhh it’s ok sleepy ash I’m here do you remember what happened? „

Germain looks at the clueless child but upset child this is a no the child doesn’t even Sems too understand what they did say ore what general going on but he did luckily stop crying at least this

Germain: you are a lovely child let’s look what go’s wrong

Sleepy ash looks at them whit no clue but put he’s head on Germain chest and hold himself on Germain and sleeping then again

Germain did try too Looks what did go’s wrong all the paper yay Germain love too learn but whit a baby it’s a deference

After a will did sleepy ash wake up again

Germain: oh you awake sleepy ash? It’s nice too see do you felling well?

As andwort did. burst sleepy ash in tears out again Germain did try too stop it and rocking the child in attempt too bring the child too sleep whit out results

After a wile realize Germain the child must be hungry Germain did mixed fast for the child something milk like together and give it the child what luckily did accept the child

Germain love sleepy ash and would do everything for him but Germain have no clues abaut baby’s Ore children in general but they know some stuff the first they need too do is too put a cot up wo the child can Safe sleep and so this Germain can easily looks after him and then looks what gose wrong

[marune2]

Stupid Terory/idea four Original Story: devil Faust

My terory is what I read in the last time wo Faust became too live whit out die and take the name saint Germain wo make the vampire in a myth what if Faust get’s too become a devil like creature after he’s soul is taking away by Mephisto after there pact run out and Faust awake as a new creature what is demon like because it’s can be happen 🤔

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-Faust wake he can swear he die on Mephisto hand sompfing is wrong as he see this some parts of he’s body is nonhuman and he fell wrong

-after a wile finde he out too use magic and looks human again he wandered araund the wold too figured him self out and take the name saint Germain

-after a wile he get’s a Family bud Lost them he fell bad because of the lost of the child and so he searched a why to bring he’s child back too live what even a demon can’t and so he created the Vampire

-bud he lost he’s body and is in on why sealed away

-but as he come back he see he’s children fighting him it’s whas a hart time

-as he wandered araund again he see the face of he’s „old friend“ wo make him too this on point as he believes Mephisto not too tell this Mephisto looks irritated as he see him no wonder because Mephisto have he’s soul

[marune2]

Single parenthood of saint Germain chapter 4

Summary

Ash is crying the whole night and Germain is going insane but learn the reason and wants too give ash a sibling and give him this

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Sleepy ash is crying the whole night Germain don’t know what too do even feeding rocking ore treating diapers won’t help

Germain is a old behind but caring of a baby is a over kill he searching in a parent book after andwort

Germain: what I do just whit you my child it’s ok dad is here“say he whit lower energy and concerned

Sleepy ash just crying very loud

Then take Germain the baby and use he’s magic on the baby too looks at harm but nothing he can just Fell a upset demon wo have the same problem as Germain he just wants too sleep

Germain cry then out : oh plz ash what have you……..

Then hold he he’s hand on the baby’s face but ash bites him

Germain: ouch!!!! Oh!?“ then Fell Germain what is the reason ash is teething oh god yes he need just something too easier the teething pain

Then go Germain and take some for against the teething pain he have for sure some medicine for this what he can mixed on

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Germain did things too try it again but this time whit a other method too make a servamp wo know if it’s help sleepy ash

So he travels and a castle wo he meeting a crying child what is sad abaut he’s loved on Germain honestly don’t care abaut the child but it’s the perfect change too create a Servamp wo is older

But sadly he needs too sacrificing the child for the new Servamp name‘s „old child“ too be honest Germain have respect for the child it’s gave it’s live away for the person it’s love dearly

Old child whas mad really mad for this but at least old child if the mind of he’s original I at least old child know abaut little children some stuff

Old child: how dare someone like you too be clueless abaut children no Wunder the child cry you hold him wrong you need too support he’s head if you hold him“ hissing he

Germain:……thanks old child he is you new sibling sleepy ash at least call him whit he’s name

Old child: oh and for the child you care you devil but what ever

Germain: I understand old child but the child wants too sacrifice it’s self

Old child: don’t you dare talk abaut him“ hissing he

Germain: I understand old child but let’s go home then I will tell you what you are peacefully

Old child :tz ok

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(((Oh I did see this „Anne_Think_random“ from archive of Ure one did a own Au of my Au I’m happy too see it I love it too see the other ver of my Au❤️❤️❤️🔥I’m interested how it’s will go in this story if you see it I’m full for it 🤭