usernanami

[a-sworm-of-stoats]

I have somehow found myself having a crush on the weirdest being I’ve ever met, which says a lot tbh. He showed up to a surprise party for my friend’s 18th birthday in a white suit coat, dress pants, wing tips, a tie with a tie pin, and a briefcase. This was a party for 18 year old twins. He started telling me about all the dead people he got his jewelry from. He also randomly asked me if I liked lentil soup (there was no lentil soup at the party) and the I told him about senate bean soup. He immediately knew what time period “toast water” was from. He also apparently loved it when I snort laughed. He said that the bugs were working for the government. He also told me about his neighbor in college who just kept two ducks illegally in his dorm room?? And when the ra checked all the room he treated him with a cardigan and a cup of tea 😭. He literally said “and then I mister Rodger-ed him”. He is not at all attractive but why do I have a festering little crush on him?!? He also knows a ton about trains and he said my life was really interesting

Pls help

[englishlotusflower]

I don't know if anyone reads my fic 'Look To Your Kingdoms (I Am Coming For Them All)', but honestly I don't care.

I just need everyone to know that Celegorm and my OC Isiloth (who for the record is not the main character, was not in the first four drafts of the fic, and was meant to have only one line in her original form in draft no. 5 or 6) are basically married. On the 'wear co-ordinated outfits to a feast (with extra Symbolism because Celegorm is a Noldo and therefore Isiloth wearing his colours is a Thing)'; 'adopt a half-feral child together'; 'go on family trips of them and their adopted child'; 'Isiloth gets ready for feasts with Curufin's wife who is wearing Curufin's colours while Isiloth wears Celegorm's'; 'Celegorm giving Isiloth a full set of jewellry without even asking what her dress will be because he knows her so well'; 'working together to rule Himlad the same way Curufin and his wife do' level.

Oh and neither of them know. They're both idiots who haven't realised they've been married since the Sun rose.

No one needed to know this but no one has picked up on it in 46,000 words of fic so I needed to rant.

[bet-on-me-13]

The cult of...Danny Fenton?

So! Way back when Danny first moved into his new neighborhood in Gotham, he had some trouble controlling his Powers. The different Types and Levels of Ectoplasm in the air when compared to Amity had thrown off his control.

He was used to being in places where his Ectoplasm meshed well with the Atmosphere, like a Water Balloon in a Pool, but in Gotham that analogy would be closer to a Water Balloon in the sewers. It was too different from what he was used to to fully control his Powers.

So it's understandable that he messed up a few times and his neighbors found out about his Abilities.

They took it well at first, Danny wasn't going to go Rogues or anything, and he never used them maliciously, but eventually they got curious.

They asked what his limits were, how he got them in the first place, and what the hell the Ghost Zone was. The answers "None Really", "I died and was reborn", and "A Collective of every Afterlife at once" did spark some interesting reactions from them.

Most importantly, a few of them joked about him being an Eldritch God that they needed to worship. He was good enough friends with them that at that point they felt comfortable pranking eachother, so they did just that.

Danny woke up one day on his birthday, and saw all of his friends and neighbors surrounding the makeshift Throne they had made and put him on while he was asleep. The entire day they chanted stuff like "The Great One requires Ms. Smiths Apple Pie for his day of birth!" And "The Great One Wishes for us to sing the Ritual Song! Happy Birthday to You! Happy Birth-"

After his birthday, they kept up the joke.

It didn't help that his powers had evolved Again! And now he could bestow abilities onto his friends. The jokes they made about their God granting them Supernatural Powers to rule the world with were insufferable.

Then, one day while he was just resting at home, watching a movie on his TV, he felt a Pull at his Core. The same kind of Pull whenever he was being summoned. But why would they summon hi- Oh Shit! It's Mr Jenkins Party today! He was supposed to meet them at the Warehouse they used for special events an Hour Ago!

He quickly accepted the Summoning, but was met with a suprising sight. His Neighbors all tied up in a pile to his right, a spilled table of party food to his left, and right in front of him, Batman and his Family watching him with wary eyes.

Slowly, he opened his mouth. "...so, did you come for the party or..."

[emacrow]

The first time The Justice league met the ghost king, they were not expecting this.

They were just trying to stop Luther from getting more kryptonite shards after getting an anonymous way to summoned more concentrated ones.

They were not expecting something to follow along after it. Constantine is in the corner cursing up a storm about the infinite king which batman files for later...

Only for a tiny elderitch being mauled the living out of lex, eating every silver of kryptonite (50 pounds worth of kryptonite since he was in the giant mech suit) in sight like a starved savage animal before ploping in mid air like it was a solid floor after a small(cute) burp, before reforming into a humaniod state.... which was a tiny 5 year old white haired toddler with a look of I over-ate a food coma worth of snacks and it was worth it.

Meanwhile Danny was this close 👌🏻 from snapping into a terror tantrum that would made pariah king rage seem like child play after he caught on real quick on what was taking his ghost candy rock medicine supply prescripted to him from frostbite. Fuck vlad and his stupid plan to try and baby him, fuck the ghost zone cause everyone is now babying him, and not even clockwork is taking him seriously but did gave some cryptic hints on the whereabouts of his medicine that would help him grow faster.

It been literally 3 months by now and he has had it with the babying even though he look 5 physically, he is 18 year old! Not even his parents taking him seriously and been using this chance to spend time with him.. which is fine but he draws the line after bathtime, the sailor costume and floaty!

He was practically ravenous to the point of going eldritch form when he went chasing through trail of summoning ghost magic leading to his precious snacks.

He not even caring about the sad bald man in the mech suit after he had his fill and probably overduing eating and is just inducing the process of his food coma.

He is totally unaware of the audience he has right now that being watched on lived TV.

[ninapiro]

I've recently been in the dpxdc fandom, it's awesome af and I just had an idea, a weird prompt.

We usually see Danny is or ends up as part of the batfam: Damian's twin, the new adoptee, something like that.

So how about Danny being Talia's older brother? Ra's favorite and the one who set all the standards that Talia, and later Damian, have to reach?

The original idea was: Danny left the LoA when he was young enough to never get to meet Bruce, so he never knew his sister had a son and thus that he was an uncle, he never knew his nephew was a hero nor that his nephew's father and his family were heroes.

So when an adult Danny, Phantom since 14 and High King of the Infinite Realms since 18 (or whatever age you feel like, I feel like that experience makes him very indifferent to a lot, and his morals are more similar to those of ectoentities than living things), met the JL and more specifically the batfamily, he felt the pits in RH and more slightly in Robin, and knew they were on some level involved with the LoA, so he just asked

"So… How did you get dad to let you use the pits?"

To which the batfam responds with "YOUR DAD!"

Then a second idea, derived from the og, was:

JL and JLD found out that the Ra's al Ghul was trying to summon the King of the Infinite Realms, so they go to stop him but fail to do it in time, then Danny in ghost king form appears.

He sees the scene, sees that his father is the one summoning him, and goes

"Oh hey dad!" as he transforms from his eldritch form to human form "You know you can call me right? I have a phone, no need for all this crap" .

Everyone, even Ra's, is shocked.

Idk sounds funny in my head

Feel free to make a fic out of this and sorry if I sound too formal or if there are mistakes, English is not my first language and I'm learning it

It is also my second time publishing something and I don't know how to use tags

[call-me-strega]

Dc x Dp prompt #1: Angel

I'd like to preface this by saying I'm incorporating tropes I've seen in other posts.

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Jason has been a lot happier recently. His Pit Rage has been getting less and less frequent, he's cooking and coming over to the manor a lot more, and he even let Dick hug him last week without threatening bodily harm!

The rest of the batfam, while happy for him, are curious about the change. So one night at dinner they ask him what's up with him and why he's so happy recently. Surprisingly, instead of taking it the wrong way and getting mad Jason is eager to share.

Apparently, Jason has a boyfriend now. Yay!

He goes on and on about this civilian he met after stoping a cult who was trying to summon a deity and how he is this nerdy college kid who really likes space and how their civilian identies shared the same Gen Ed course so he made an effort to become friends. Turns out that nerdy space guy had caused the initial improvement in mood and his offer to go on a date to an incredibly diverse and well-stocked library had been the cherry on top.

The only thing is that Jason didn't want them stalking the guy and refered to him around the family exclusively as "Angel". Everyone thinks that's just a cute pet name he gave the guy as a way to both reference and distract the civilian from the cult ritual he was probably rescued from. Little do they know that it's actually because "Angel" was not a victim of the cult ritual but the summonee, that appeared in the form of a biblically accurate angel.

One day some supernatural entity decideds to attack Gotham and everyone is calling whoever they can think of for back-up. Batman calls Constantine, Nightwing calls Zatana, Red Robin and Robin are contacting the Justice League, and even Red Hood seems to call someone.

The situation is getting desperate. The JL is here but at most the can just slow the supernatural being down. Constantine and Zatana are still 20 minutes out and things are looking bad when another Eldritch Being spawns and seems to take down the threat in one move.

Everyone stands stunned as the being turns to them and in a booming voice exclaims "DON'T BE AFRAID. I WAS CALLED TO HELP". They all go through several emotions upon hearing those words. Where did this being come from? Is this a biblically accurate angel? Who called it here to help? Was it Zatana or maybe Constantine? Are they here yet? Upon looking around it is found that Zatana and Constantine are not here yet and the heroes get ready to engage this being carefully when a voice calls out

"Angel!"

Everyone whips their heads around to see Jason climbing over debris towards the Eldritch Being in front of them. The Batfam feels faint with a creeping realization and Superman swears he heard Batman's heart skip a beat for a second. Before anyone can ask Jason what he's doing the being shapeshifts into the much smaller form of a young fae-like creature with pointed ears, fangs, stark white hair, and vibrant green eyes floating in the air. He flys over to Jason before a flash of bright light leaves a young man deep black hair and frosty blue eyes in Jason's arms.

Jason turns to introduce his boyfriend to his family and the League only to find that Batman has fainted, a panicking JL, and a gobsmacked Zatana and Constantine have who've arrived in time to see the transformation. As Zatana and Constantine begin to freak out and prepare defensive magic Batman comes to and levels a scowl at Jason.

"Hood, I think you have some explaining to do."

[dclovesdanny]

Dcxdp prompt

I don’t see enough angst to do with Bruce, so here’s my idea.

The world is ending, and all of Bruce’s kids have been hurt in someway. Bruce is running out of options, so he said to call his final contingency plan into place.

He messages the family group chat, telling them that he loves them and is proud of them. Immediately they all start freaking out, and they have Barbara connect them onto a FaceTime with. They’re the only ones who can see what’s going on.

Bruce made a summoning circle. He transferred a few moments before that none of them can really describe appears in the circle. Later on, they all describe him differently. Damien calls him an older man older than Alfred while Tim insists he looks around Bruce’s age. Jason says that he looked older than Bruce, but younger than Alfred and Dick says they looked around his age.

The being looks at Bruce for a moment and ask him in a voice that sounded simply Eldritch

“I assume you wish to make a deal. You know what you must do if I agreed to do anything.’

Bruce nods and grunts.

The being smiles.

“Very well, I will deal with your problem. If you agree to the terms I set so long ago. Do you remember?’

Bruce grunts before saying

“My children are hurt. I want you to heal them too.’

The being laughs,

“why certainly, but you know, that means the deal be a little steeper.”

Bruce nods and takes the outstretched hand. A Crack rings through the air and the video shorts out, becoming only static. By the time they get to the Batcave, the danger is gone, their injuries are healed and Bruce is nowhere to be seen.

Meanwhile, Bruce met clockwork back when he was a teenager. He was a friend of Alfred, and they had a deal where Bruce would babysit clockwork kids or help him in the tower in exchange for Clockwork’s advice and help with tasks. Bruce figured out that clockwork was not human and was a very Eldritcg, but Alfred trusted him so so did Bruce. However, Bruce had been very busy since he adopted the kids and hadn’t made many deals in a while. However, this was important, so he didn’t mind babysitting for a while. there were more kids than usual, though. 

[viviennevermillion]

love languages

✧ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: hsr debut post, hope this does well. i'm only at chapter 2 part 1 so pls bare we me. (gn!reader), aeons can walk among mortals for this

✧ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: bloom in the dark — emorie

✧ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: blade, dan heng, jing yuan, luocha, march 7th, nanook, yaoshi

✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: some angst & hint at character death in blade's because i'm still figuring out how to write anything but angst for a character whose main objective is that he wants to die, i had way too much fun making the aeons eldritch

✧ giving: gifts

As much as Blade loved you, as much as he treasured the memories he shared with you and as much as he'd hate to cause you pain or grief; you were all too familiar with his predicament. You had been ever since you agreed to stay by his side, to love him for as long as you had together. That was the price you'd pay for loving a man who considered himself dead in spirits already. A shell of who he once was.

Part of him felt guilty for indulging you; how could he call himself yours when he'd take the exit from his cursed immortality if it presented itself before him tomorrow? How could he promise you his heart if he couldn't promise you a future?

He knew there was a chance he might outlive you by centuries. He knew there was a chance he'd say goodbye to you in a month. Still, you were willing to be with him, through all the uncertainty.

So he gifts you things to remember him by, should he part from you too soon for your liking. Some of them were expensive; after all he had more than enough life behind him to no longer be bound by material limits. Some of them were simple trinkets or flowers he preserved using glycerine. All of them held meaning but the overarching message was: "We were born in different times. If it were for the natural order of things, we never would have even met. I've been suffering since long before I met you. And yet, curiously, despite all; I treasure every moment I had with you. I'm glad to have loved you."

✧ receiving: physical touch

One thing Blade would have never expected when he met you; but was more than glad to realize, was that you could make him forget his anger and pain, even if it was for just a while; even if it always inevitably returned.

He loved falling asleep in your arms. It was the closest thing to the peace and salvation he craved that he could currently have. For just a few hours, he was content. He had forgotten what that felt like.

He loved the feeling of your fingers carding through his long, dark hair. And you loved the smile you so rarely saw on his face when you did this. Blade's breathing would calm and he'd nuzzle your neck as he was being held in your arms.

Blade also loves waking up in the middle of the night, feeling you shift in bed beside him and pressing a few lazy kisses to his lips before he fell back asleep.

He loves the way you tend to his scars, how you seem to wash the pain off his body with your caring touch; despite feeling guilty for how he has made you worry again. You'd end up disinfecting and bandaging his wounds and sometimes he had to chuckle at how you treated him as if he was fragile, despite having likely seen more hardships than you could ever imagine.

✧ giving: acts of service

Dan Heng doesn't really know how to express his love for you at first so he defaults to helping you out however he can.

He helps you with little jobs around the Astral Express and loves to team up with you for any missions or chores that fall on both of your plates.

Especially with all the knowledge he gathered from the archives and basically living in there; he's more than ready to help you figure out any mysteries you encounter on your journey with the Astral Express.

If he needs to explain anything to you or answer a question you have about stuff like the Aeons or any factions you encountered, he'll often pull you onto his lap at the desk and show you important info about it in a book or online. "I hope I could answer your questions. Did this help you?", he then asks you, looking into your eyes. "Yup!", you shoot him a smile and give him a quick kiss to the lips which leaves him blushing and just staring at you for a while.

"Hey, Astral Express to Dan Heng, you still there?", you chuckle and wave your hand in front of his eyes. He just blinks like, twice and then picks you up bridal style: "Come on, let's figure out that task Himeko gave you." He's just trying to distract from the fact that you flustered him.

Sometimes he tries to cook for you. The emphasis is on tries. You'll walk into the train kitchen and he'll be there stirring something in the frying pan and glancing at a recipe. "What are you doing there, love?", you ask and kiss his cheek. "I'm making lunch for you", he states and you hug him. "Aww, that's so sweet of you!", you press a few appreciative kisses to his lips, "wait why does it smell burnt?" "What-"

✧ receiving: quality time

Dan Heng is what we call 'a good listener'. He's not the best conversationalist but he likes to hear you talk and he remembers stuff you told him that even you have forgotten about until he one day just brings it up out of nowhere.

He loves to spend the time between trailblazing expeditions just hanging out with you. You check your phone and receive a text from him like "Hey, want to come over to my room? 🫀"

"?" "March told me that I should add a heart to my messages to make you feel more loved. Did I not do it correctly?" "Dan Heng, sweetie, no..."

You enter his room and he has made you two cups of coffee, the only thing he's actually good at "cooking". The two of you have decided to watch a movie and lay down on Dan Heng's mattress. "I can feel the bones in my back snapping in half, how do you sleep on this?", you raise your eyebrow. "I don't think it's that bad", he mumbles, seeming lost in thought.

While watching the movie, he has his arms wrapped around you. His only opinion about it is "it was good".

Also enjoys playing board games with you, specifically card games. You're pretty equally matched so there's no telling who wins this round. When he wins, you ask him what he wants as a reward and he just gives you a soft smile and tells you a kiss will do.

✧ giving: physical touch

Jing Yuan is a fairly affectionate man behind closed doors. He doesn't leave for work without giving you as many goodbye kisses as you want and doesn't let go of you throughout the whole night while he sleeps. You could get up and grab a glass of water from the kitchen, as soon as you return, Jing Yuan wraps his arms around you once more; even when he's in deep sleep.

He enjoys just sitting idly with you, both of you doing your own things and he's just holding your hand or has a hand resting on your thigh. He also loves when you lean your head on his shoulder and as soon as he feels you do that, he turns his head to place a kiss on your forehead.

Sometimes you'll be reading a book while sitting between his legs and he ends up pressing multiple kisses to your cheek or trailing them down your neck. He smiles against your skin everytime he does this. He's not always seeking to touch you but he has his clingy 10 minutes where he wants attention and sometimes that happens to interfere with whatever it is you're doing at the current moment.

Most of the time you can't resist indulging him and just kissing him for a while, burying your hands in his hair or cupping his cheeks gently.

✧ receiving: quality time

Jing Yuan loves those days on the Xianzhou Luofu that are so peaceful that he gets to spend the entire day with you. You decide to take a nap during noon, falling asleep in his arms, listening to his steady heartbeat. You feel Jing Yuan press a few soft kisses to your forehead while you're dozing off.

When you awake, he's no longer next to you. You get up and find him in the kitchen, preparing a late lunch for the two of you. You wrap your arms around his waist from behind and glance at the frying pan to see him fry some eggs.

You hear a chirping sound and fish a small finch out of your boyfriend's hair. "Don't worry you, we're not grilling your brethren", you whisper softly and put the bird on the windowsill, "fly free, my little friend." The bird lifts off. You raise an eyebrow at Jing Yuan. "Was this the last one?"

He chuckles. "Should be." This at least gives him an excuse to take a bath with you and maybe you'll volunteer to wash his hair. He loves the feeling of your fingers brushing through his hair and just relaxing and letting you pamper him. "You know, if that's what you want, you can just ask right?", you remind him, "you don't need to call your woodland friends for help." Jing Yuan just laughs and gently guides your chin closer to his face so he can kiss you softly.

He enjoys playing chess against you, though you tend to suggest to play a die-based game instead so you can win by having good luck, because Jing Yuan has several centuries of chess practice under his belt. "You know that still doesn't mean you'll win", he watches you unpack the Ludo game with an amused expression. "I have good luck, I got you after all", you say confidently. "Well I've heard an old saying from a distant planet that when you luck out in love it means you have bad luck when it comes to games", he argues and crosses his arms with a smile on his face. You roll your eyes and he responds by kissing your lips.

Sometimes he watches you play chess against Yanqing. "Does it hurt to lose to an 8 year old?", he teases you. "Silence, Jing Yuan, you taught him this stuff." Your lover lets out a laugh. "And yet he still has so much to learn before he can beat me."

✧ giving: words of affirmation

When Luocha loves you, he doesn't hesitate to tell you. After all, his companion in the coffin consistently reminds him that life is short and he better have no regrets, should misfortune strike him tomorrow. Luocha adores you and in his mind, there's nothing stopping him from letting you know.

He's also a bit of a smooth-talker to you and you only. He never gets overbearing with his flirting, but you can expect a few cheesy compliments followed by a kiss to your hand. He'll pick you up for your date, takes your hand in his and leads it to his lips. "You're as beautiful today as the first time I saw you", he smiles and whispers against your skin.

Getting together with Luocha could take ages if you insist in knowing why he's being so suspicious first; but once you do he's ironically an open book for you. He has shared his greatest secret with you and you've given your hearts to one another, so why should he hold back now from telling you what's on his mind?

Sometimes his words are on the nose, such as cupping your cheeks and telling you that he loves you with all his heart or that he wants you to traverse the stars with him from now on. Sometimes the love he has for you is put into telling you how he remembers certain areas around the Xianzhou Luofu as "that place where you surprised me with a bouquet of flowers when we met up for tea" or "that shop where you almost made the coffin fall over". You learn with time that there are a lot of things he associates with you and your memories together.

✧ receiving: physical touch

Luocha loves your affections. He's the least grumpy man ever in the morning. You could wake him up at 3am for kisses and he'd be down for it. He loves when he wakes up and the first thing he feels is your lips on his cheeks or your fingers running through his long blond hair or your fingertips drawing circles on his bare shoulders.

He pulls you into his chest and you can hear his heartbeat while he holds you close. He lifts your chin up and his lips meet yours before he even opens his eyes. He kisses you softly, his tongue circling around yours as he tries to pull you even closer. "Good morning, my love", his voice sounds raspy before he presses a kiss to your cheek.

Luocha loves to take a walk through the city and hold your hand in his while doing so. He doesn't say it but he definitely melts if you stop your walk for a minute just to give him a hug or kiss him gently.

One time you get caught in the rain and Luocha finds shelter for the two of you under a secluded pavillion. You are cold so he wraps his jacket around you and holds you in his arms until the skies clear. He presses a kiss to the top of your head. "Are you still cold, my dear?", his voice sounds so soft and he gently squeezes your shoulder. You shake your head. He lets out a chuckle. "That's good, then", he replies before resting his head on top of yours and closing his eyes for a while.

He enjoys resting his head in your lap while you run your fingers through his hair. You might be busy with something else, not noticing how he smiles up at you like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen (you are). He eventually closes his eyes and rests his cheek against your stomach.

✧ giving: words of affirmation

March 7th talks quite a lot, especially if you were to ask Dan Heng about it. So if she's in love with you; her feelings are bound to slip out with her words. It wasn't hard for you to become aware of her crush on you because she just accidentally blurted it out one day. She was so happy when you told her you felt the same; even if this conversation was the furthest thing from planned.

March loves to explore the civilizations you travel to on the Astral Express and buying lots of souvenirs and clothes from there. So sometimes she'll drag you from shop to shop and often finds things she thinks would look good on you. No matter if you're wearing a fancy suit / dress or a 5 credit neon green "I survived the Belabogeyman attack" shirt from a shady souvenir shop, she hypes you up like you're on the front cover of a popular magazin.

"Aw look, you're so cute", she squeals and hugs you from the side, trying and failing to lift you up. There's at least 5 people in the shop staring at you and the shopkeeper glares at March, silently reminding her to keep her voice at an acceptable volume for a public building. "Oops... sorry", she cringes slightly and then turns to you again with a bright smile, "you should totally get this!"

Everytime you enter her room after a trip you find a new photo you took together on her wall. "Look at your smile on this one", she holds one of them up, "it makes me happy whenever I look at it."

Dan Heng told her to stop talking about you all the time so now she talks with you about you.

Definitely tells you she loves you plenty of times.

✧ receiving: gifts

March loves gifts. She's the kind of person who can't wait to open her birthday presents so you guys have to hide them from her every year; preferably somewhere where she can't reach or won't find them.

So when she receives gifts from you for no special occasion, she's gushing so much.

She loves flowers and chocolates. She definitely has a sweet tooth but will still share the chocolates with you. She is very interested in the meaning of the flowers you gift to her so if you can tell her about that, she'll be all the more happy. She loves romantic gestures like this. She has mostly read about them in romance novels and she's more than thrilled to finally receive them herself.

March also adores jewelry, whether you bought something for her or crafted it yourself. She'll wear it everyday and she's very proud whenever someone asks about it.

She posts about the gifts she receives in her status online as well. She'll be like "y/n got me this! 💓💓💓"

She dm's the pictures to Dan Heng as well and he leaves her on read.

When you gift her something, she gives you a hug and a kiss on the cheek before opening it. Once she opened it, she smiles at you brightly and kisses you on the lips. "Thank you so much for this!", she takes your hand into hers and squeezes it.

Receiving gifts from you makes her so happy. But being loved by you makes you feel like every day is her birthday either way. And for you, every day was March 7th.

✧ giving: quality time

Loving an Aeon wasn't the easiest endeavor. Especially not Nanook. But somehow you had touched the destructive god's heart and for the first time since they became what they were today, there was a life they wanted to treasure and protect.

They don't understand much about the human world as it was today, having mostly spent their time on a different plane of existence. It was only when they connected with you and took an interest in you; that they decided to walk among them for a while, to be able to spend time with you. At first their bitterness became apparent every day they spent with you, only scoffing at the people they saw going about their daily life and the things that they had built; which all would be wiped away by destruction if Nanook were to have their way.

But you took that as a challenge. You wanted to see if you could find something they liked about life, unaware that you had become that very phenomenon.

You made it your favorite pastime to show them all sorts of things from the material world and see their reaction to them. "What do you think of this painting?", you ask them, holding up a work of art you got from a market. "I'm not too fond of the sound it makes and the cosmic essence it depicts", they respond with a deadpan expression and you just look at them in confusion, "right, I forgot you can only perceive three dimensions."

Nanook, despite not letting it show, enjoys spending time with you; even though it could be challenging sometimes considering they were an Aeon and you were not. Sometimes they would ask you about things you couldn't see and other times they struggled to discern what things they saw you could pass through and which ones you considered "a wall".

✧ receiving: physical touch

Nanook loves your touch, much as they would like you to never notice that. They're not used to any physical sensations so they're very sensitive. They're unable to form coherent sentences when you so much as press a kiss to their lips. According to them it was very difficult to convey their thoughts in your way of speech when you were "trying to overwhelm them like this"

Giving Nanook affection also proved to be a challenge in more ways than one. The first time you tried to rest your head on their chest, your cheek touched the golden essence flowing out of them and you could perceive what you could only describe as the worst sensory overload anyone has ever experienced; a colorful mix of incoherent screaming and the faint sound of explosions; the feeling of all-encompassing despair and grief.

"What was THAT?", you stared at Nanook in shock, panting. "The entirety of traces left behind by destroyed worlds and ending lives from at least the last couple millenia", they answered very casually. You sighed and held your head, now suffering from a migraine. "At least it doesn't disintegrate me", you took a deep breath and started rummaging through your closet. "Only if I want it to", Nanook explained. "Charming", you whisper to yourself in a sarcastic way and toss them a shirt, "put this on."

Kisses are such a novelty to them. They're like "what was that?"

"Affection." "Do it again."

One time you pressed several kisses to their shoulder and Nanook just slow-blinked at you for like 5 minutes, before resting their head on your shoulder.

✧ giving: gifts

Yaoshi loves to bestow "blessings" upon you. Though, you have to teach them at first what you would consider an acceptable present.

The first one is immortality if you want it. Yaoshi would love nothing more than for you to be by their side forever.

Their next attempts at gift-giving left you feeling a little lost. They manifest before you, excitedly grabbing your cheeks and your waist and your shoulders with their hands and pulling you into a kiss. "My dearest, I made you a creature", they exclaim and reveal a Frankenstein-esque abomination the size of a volleyball. You can't quite discern what it actually is but it looks like an abstract mixture of a hamster, frog and a dragon. "Uh...thank you?", you try to be as polite as possible, unsure what to do with the creature as it spits a smaller version of itself onto your bedroom floor and then disintegrates. "It reincarnates out of itself", Yaoshi explains. "I can see that", you nod with wide eyes, patting Yaoshi's head.

One day, Yaoshi guides your spaceship to a distant location. "This is a planet I renovated for you", they join you as you land and explain their thoughts behind all the different new kinds of flowers they created specifically for you. "You're my greatest inspiration", they kiss your cheek and wrap their arms around you.

You eventually sit them down and calmly explain to them that one planet is more than enough and that you definitely do not need another creature. You teach them about your customs of giving gifts and they listen attentively. Maybe a bouquet of flowers would do next time.

✧ receiving: quality time

Yaoshi wants you to stay by their side forever. They perceive the passage of time very differently from you, yet they treasure and vividly remember every second by your side. Your bond of love is a sacred one in their eyes and they want to feel as close as possible to you.

They especially love talking to you and learning about your experiences that are so vastly different from their own. Despite being so intertwined with life itself; Yaoshi learns so much about life just from being with you. They never would have imagined you could give them so many new perspectives on the universe just by sharing your thoughts and beliefs with them.

Yaoshi always listens to you attentively and you see a sense of childlike wonder in their eyes when you speak about the way you experience the world, the things you value and the memories you treasure.

"Isn't it marvelous; how we see the world through such different lenses and are entirely different entities, yet we love each other so deeply and unconditionally", their voice sounds soft as they pull you onto their lap, holding you with their six arms and planting kisses on the back of your neck repeatedly.

Unlike Nanook, Yaoshi is very clingy. Quality Time with you always involves touching you in some way, be it kissing you repeatedly or holding you tightly within their embrace. Sometimes they sing you to sleep with a gentle voice, running their fingertips over your shoulder.

[cod-dump]

You’re written about eldritch Ghost before so may I submit this idea: Everyone else is a normal human, except for Graves. Graves might be a god or some being of immense power, it doesn’t really matter. What does matter is that his shadows are dead people he’s brought back (could be becouse he liked them or just needed bodies) and Shepherd held the one way to get rid of him. This would be at least Gravesprice, if not more.

But what ends up happening is one of the 141 is fatally shot, and Graves goes, “hey, if I bring him back, that’s a great courting gift.” So Graves brings back whoever also most perfectly. Almost. Their personality is the same and the look almost the same. It’s just that they still have the corpse parlor (that’s why the shadows always covered themselves up. So no one could see that), and Graves is preening as he presents whoever back to Price.

The Perfect Gift

PriceGraves

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Death is forever... well, that’s something mortals believe. To Graves it’s business and easily bypassed.

It could be temporary if he chose to treat it as such. Humans were easy to work with, easy to manipulate in that manner. But still, they are unpredictable, it’s what he loves about them, why he chose to stay. 

To him, the ultimate show of his love is giving life again to the dead. His Shadows were given life again and he would never let them die as long as they remain loyal. This is their gift, their immortality. 

Shepherd was entertaining for the most part. He didn’t truly understand what Graves was or that Graves was some necromancer in a modern, southern twist. He just understood that Graves got things done and had fun doing it. He didn't know the how or why, he knew enough about Graves not to ask.

Shepherd just pointed and Graves followed. A dog with a bone, and each mission had a bone for him. 

Shepherd pointed and Hassan was on the other side and Graves was ready to hunt. But Shepherd felt it was necessary to get others involved. His Shadows failing once was his reason, never minding the fact those ‘dead’ Shadows were alive once. They were ashamed of their failure and Graves respected their desire to prove themselves. 

Shepherd involving others would get in the way of that. 

Graves found it insulting. He was more than capable of correcting this. His Shadows messed up? They can learn, they can do this. But Shepherd didn't listen and Graves debated on whether this relationship would work anymore. He did what Shepherd said for fun, entertainment, and to grow his Shadows. His army. His fucked up family.

But then he met 141 and decided it wasn’t an offense on Shepherd’s part. He found them entertaining, like he did Shepherd. And he liked their captain. Really liked him. Graves wasn’t going to step away now, so he agreed to play nice with them. He wanted to get to know Captain John Price. 

In a way, they were the same. He cared about his people. Viciously. Graves heavily respected that, admired it even. Price thought like him, moved like him. He was mortal, human, but he walked like he owned the streets, owned the battlefield. Graves was hypnotized and wanted to show Price that they were, indeed, the same.

But after Las Almas? Price refused to see any resemblance or humor any of Graves insanity.

Graves had regretted his actions, following Shepherd so blindly because he trusted the man to show the way to a fun time. It led to 141, to Price, but Graves found his bone in Los Vaqueros’ base. Now he had to build up 141’s trust again, piece by piece.

Graves had felt the power surge in the ground and couldn't resist. He gladly threw the colonel and his people out of the way in order to get to it. He hadn't considered 141's fierce loyalty, hadn't thought Alejandro had gained it in the relatively short period he had worked with them. That was Graves' mistake, the relationships he cherished suffered as a result.

So he ended his affiliation with Shepherd, his first start towards rebuilding what he had destroyed. 

It was a small start.  

He wanted things to go back to what it was, the warmness and familiarity. Price didn’t look at him the same. Firmly business. It was business before, of course, but Price was more relaxed, more trusting. He barely could contain his anger, his hate. It made Graves uneasy. He will fix this, make Price like him again. 

A gift, a perfect gift. The fix to it all. But where to get such a gift?

He couldn't purposely orchestrate this, it would result only false trust. If Price learned the truth, it would mean nothing. No Graves knew this was a game of patience. He had to wait, play nice, and try to win back Price. Graves was nothing if not patient.

"Go crawl back in the shadows, creepy bastard," Soap's glare was cold, colder than the arctic.

Fixing what he had broke wasn't simple, but he knew where to start. Ghost and Soap. Ghost wouldn't talk to him. Every time Graves approached the man would turn and ignore him. It was childish, somewhat adorable. Graves decided to leave small, material gifts for him.

Collector's knives, nice clothes, soft material for his mask repairs.

There wasn't any visible results, but Ghost never rejected the gifts. Graves could see a relationship form in the future. Maybe Ghost could be a Shadow? He would be perfect for it. Graves couldn't help himself, really, he loved growing his strange family.

Soap was... not as approachable.

He was snappy, already tried to throw punches at him despite knowing very well that Graves wasn't human. He blew up that tank he was in and witnessed him crawl out in a shadowy mass. Yet he still showed no fear. Of course, there was a possibility Soap didn't actually see him, or didn't see enough to believe it.

Graves can't help but like him and feel shame for throwing away his trust the way he did. This wasn't something easily repaired, Soap held onto the betrayal differently than the rest. It was personal, he took Graves' actions personally. He couldn't understand why Graves did what he did, would never understand the power Graves felt.

Soap believed Graves was lucky, disbelieved anything he saw that day.

Graves could set the record straight, but he didn't believe it would do any good on what he was trying to fix. Proving to Soap that he was a otherworldly being? One that played with death and things that the mere mortal human mind wasn't capable of seeing? It wouldn't help, so he left it be.

Gaz was the least of his concern. He acted aggressive because of what Graves did to his team, his friends. Ghost showing less aggression had a similar affect on the man, making Graves wonder if he would be willing to drop things if Soap did.

He already accepted Graves' gifts, the offers to pay for food and other expenses. Or he was just willing to drain Graves of money for the sake of using him as a way to get back at him for Soap's sake. If so Graves respected that.

Price saw his efforts, not saying anything on it. He was focused on business, on Makarov. Graves believed they had a connection before and wondered if he ached over it. Graves certainly did.

"I can find him. Bring you his head."

"Phillip."

A warning. He was allowed to assist, not turn this into Graves' chance to prove himself. Graves would bring Price Makarov's head on a silver platter with bouquet of the most expensive, gorgeous flowers this world could provide. But he wouldn't let him, or perhaps he, too, didn't think Graves was capable of it. That he also saw him as just an eccentric human.

Graves let Price have it his way. He'll be compliant, roll over when he told him to. He didn't like listening to Shepherd's every command if he didn't foresee a clear reward as a result. For Price he'll do whatever he wants for however long.

But... he wished he wasn't so quick to just submit. He would've been quick enough that way.

"This is my fault... fuck."

Makarov killed Soap. Shot him in the head. Graves felt strange staring at the man's corpse. He would comfort Price if he would allow him but he didn't want to cross any boundaries to see if he would.

Ghost was wrecked. Upset wasn't even close to describe what he was feeling. He reminded Graves of a bomb, unstable. A slight jostle and it would blow up. He would rip apart the stars to fix this, Graves could tell. A hole was in his heart and he was near feral because of it.

Gaz was in shock, denying it up until he saw Soap on the table. He's seen the dead before, been the reason why someone was dead. He's lost colleagues, this wasn't his first time losing someone close to him. But he acted like it was, like he just lost his best friend, someone he never expected to lose.

And Price? He blamed himself. He was dead on his feet, not really hearing anything anyone was saying to him. He was just staring at Soap, at his failure to protect him.

Graves knew then what he had to do.

They had left after seeing him. He was to be cremated and they wanted to be shitfaced that night. Graves knew it was the opportune moment. He'll fix things. He's already tried to kill Soap, so bringing him back as a Shadow would have to be the perfect apology. Right?

"May I have a moment alone, gentlemen?"

The morticians nodded and left. Just like that. Graves waited until the door shut before he approached Soap. He was grey, cold, and the hole in his head wasn't looking too good.

"We're good after this, yea?"

Graves breathed life back into his Shadows. He called their soul back to their body while also giving a piece of himself. They are reborn with past memories but new strengths. He was sure Soap would appreciate it.

Soap's eyes snapped open, the color of life returning to them as he sat up with a gasp. He was breathing heavily, surely reliving those final moments with Makarov. He scrambled off the metal table and fell to the floor, standing while being ready to fight.

Shadows always came back this way: Ready to kill.

"What- What the fuck!?"

"Easy, Soap. You're safe. You're alive."

Soap stared at Graves, trying to understand what he had said. He felt a connection to him, as he did all his Shadows. That piece he gave them, a sense of knowing who he was and what he did for them. And what had happened to them.

Soap stared at Graves in horror, arms dropping as he leaned on the table with a heavy breath.

"No... no fucking way..."

"It is, actually. I came prepared, have some nice clothes for ya."

Soap kept quiet, hand going up to his head. When his fingers found the hole he jerked his hand away and gagged. Graves would have to do something about that. He's stitched limbs together before, but what do you do about a hole in someone's head? He's normally torn skin and stitched over bullet wounds on other Shadows.

But the head? He's always avoided major head injuries for a reason.

He had to coax Soap to put the sweats on after convincing him to put on underwear. He felt like he was dressing a toddler considering he wasn't very cooperative. Soap managed to get the shirt on, at least, hugging his torso as he finished.

"Why?"

"Hm? You can't walk around naked, Soap. It's indecent."

He wasn't in the mood for jokes, didn't even have the energy to be angry at him for making one.

"Why did you bring me back?"

His voice was soft, cracked some as he spoke. He was so confused, like all Shadows are after their rebirth.

"Well, wouldn't be the same without you."

It was genuine and Soap broke some. Graves caught him as his knees gave out, holding the man in his arms as he cried. It would've been peaceful, Graves would've taken all the time needed to help Soap understand, to properly apologize. But the morticians returned and fucking screamed.

And now he had to explain everything to everyone, not in his own pace.

"Johnny!?"

Ghost had ran in first and froze when he saw Soap was alive but didn't completely look it. He stared at Soap in stunned silence, eyes so wide Graves thought they would pop. Gaz was no better, he ran in, skidded to a stop when he saw Soap, and had to grab onto Ghost for support.

Price came in and Graves was surprised that the man fainted at the sight of Soap standing, corpse-like but alive. Graves blamed the morticians for complicating things. They just had to run in and scream. Now Graves felt like things were messier than what they needed to be.

But he was confident. This was the right move to making things right.

[cambion-companion]

Infernal Cuddles

OKAY so I was cuddling with my cat last night and while he was dreaming his tail was waving around in his dream which got me thinking! haha you know exactly where I am going with this. So please indulge me in this drabble cause it is rotting my brain.

Raphael x reader (gn)

This wasn't your first visit to Raphael's home, nor even close to the first time you'd warmed his bed.

However, he had never before allowed you to fall asleep next to him.

At first you'd thought it a mistake. A momentary lapse soon to be corrected when he sent you careening back through some portal to the material plane.

Your muscles had tensed as his hand met your waist and pulled you a bit forcefully against him, his body bending around yours and his whispered words in your ear, "Don't move, little mouse. And don't stray. Those who skitter and creep these halls at night are not kind to flesh so soft as yours."

His nails dug briefly into your bare hip, his wing draping down over your flushed body like an eldritch blanket.

You were caught between fear and comfort. Anticipation mixing with the utter exhaustion only derived from being a devil's favorite plaything. Despite the trepidation, you slowly began to relax. Your weight easing back against Raphael, his hand still hot upon the dip of your waist.

Healing sleep enveloped you, your dreams betraying nothing of the hellscape you rested in, nestled in the arms of a quite literal cambion. In your subconscious you could feel the rumble of Raphael's chest as he snored, and you woke only slightly when he adjusted his position to face away from you.

Your limbs tangled in the soft sheets as you stretched, sliding to find a more comfortable place under the black silk. Your eyelashes fluttered, images of what the morning could possibly bring flitting out of thought and worry as you snuggled back down to sleep.

You felt a sharp blow to your backside. A squeak of pain left you, your eyes snapping back open with sudden alertness.

"Ouch!" You complained, massaging where you'd been struck and rolling onto your back. "Hey!"

Raphael had landed another blow, this time across the top of your thigh. You sat up, blearily squinting in his direction.

The room was dim, but you could still make out Raphael's still sleeping form with his back to you, the tip of his long tail twitching before arcing up and landing with a soft thud against the bedspread.

The long devil's tail rose once more but this time you caught it in your hand before it could smack you again. Raphael made a soft noise, the most vulnerable sound you'd heard from him. He seemed to wake, rolling over and sitting up, his tail sliding through your palm until it dropped away.

"You were dreaming." You tried to explain, a little unnerved by his silent glowing stare. "Your tail was moving."

Raphael didn't speak for a moment, taking his time to languidly stretch his limbs and wings, almost catching you in the face as he did so.

You hesitated. Then you scooted over a couple inches toward him, inexplicably seeking the warmth of his touch.

"The hazards of sleeping with a devil." Raphael's voice was husky, it sent a pleasant shiver up your spine.

He reclined on his back and extended his arm to you, his lips twitching slightly when you eagerly cozied up by his side. "Such a good little thing. Eager as a pup."

You didn't argue, not wanting to spoil the moment you'd likely never get to relive.

Raphael didn't apologize. You got the feeling he found the whole situation rather amusing. In the days and months that followed, whenever the two of you were sharing a moment of passion, his tail would often smack against your bare skin. Your answering gasp and flinch would be followed by the familiar low chuckle of your infernal lover.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Can I request John Constantine fic where the reader is a eldritch or an angel that's known the league for a while or they capture them but John knows them.

I'm a literal whore for that man 👹

John Constantine x Angel male reader

Headcanons

Reader’s bit of a black sheep amongst angels, cuz I feel like Constantine would go great with a bit of a rebel.

its honestly taken me too long to realize that lucifer from the show is the same lucifer as in the DC comics.

You had a bit of a past with John Constantine, with you being a bit of a rulebreaker amongst the angels and all. I mean, you still went to visit your brother Lucifer on the regular, even if you had been told not to.

Michael had scolded you more times than you could count, telling you not to pop in and out of hell as you please just because you want too, or to not just teleport to earth willy-nilly when Lucifer relocated there for a while.

It was at Lucifers club that you met Constantine for the first time. You didn’t really speak to him, but you did see how he seemed to truly get on your older brothers’ nerves, so you already liked him for that alone.

After the blonde Brit left, Lucifer would give you the whole spiel about him, complaining about how many times he had sold his soul, and all the trouble his actions caused in hell, and how much paperwork the blonde gave him.

After that you bump into him in other places. You like to party, you like to fight, you like to be a nuisance. And its not like anybody can stop an angel as powerful as yourself if they wanted. They’re lucky you just like to be annoying by nature and that you aren’t actually evil.

It ends up with you getting mixed up in some of the things Constantine get up too, even if its by accident because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. You always just know that Michael is gonna be on your neck when you get back to heaven after each time, but hanging out with John is worth it.

Hes tried to get you drunk so many times, but it never works no matter what kind of stuff he pulls out of his coat. Being angelic doesn’t really allow you to be weakened by something as small as alcohol. But its fun to see him try anyways.

In the eyes of your siblings, even Lucifer, Constantine is a bad influence, and they’ll scold you for spending so much time with a mortal, especially someone as twisted on the ledgers as Constantine. You just always shrug, flutter your wings, and fly off to do whatever it is you do. Being the youngest has its perks, since it means you get away with quite a lot.

It was also this carefree attitude that got you caught and locked up by the league. They hadn’t dealt with many angels before, so in the beginning they think you are something else. Be It a mutant or a spirit.

You could easily escape if you wanted too. Something as weak as a man-made structure wasn’t gonna hold you, but you had been bored for weeks now, so why not see what happens. You do get pretty annoyed when they talk about you like you cant hear them. They don’t know you can hear them, but still.

Zatanna easily spots that you are of divine descent, but just how far up in the hierarchy you are is a bit lost to her, since they still believe you can be captured by human means. This is why they’re forced to call in Constantine, since hes the only one they know who regularly interacts with an angel.

The Brit has a good laugh when he sees you sitting on the floor in a cell pouting, your wings wrapped around you like a cocoon. At this point you just phase out of the cell to flick Constantine in the temple for laughing at you.

John is the one that has to explain that you could have escaped the entire time if you wanted, you were just a dick that got bored easily. The dick comment makes you huff and smack him with your wing.

After all that is cleared up, the two of you go out to drink like usual. I could imagine the league trying to figure out if you’d be willing to help them when times are tough, but to their dismay you just shrug and give a “if I feel like it”.

Constantine will later explain to them in passing, mainly to roast you, that you are the youngest, which means that you aren’t used to real work and can just do whatever you want, cuz all your older siblings baby you.

His chair disappears from right under him for that comment, so the league takes it with a grain of salt. In the end you help out if there really is no other way, since angels shouldn’t interfere with minor issues.

Most of the time on earth you spend with John though, since he matches your wavelength and isn’t freaked out by the whole angel thing.

[landrylovesmatcha]

rogue spoilers ahead!!!!!

Anyways, there’s sooo much to talk about with this episode but i just. I can’t stop thinking about rogue and the doctor. So here’s a list of shit that i can’t stop thinking about:

First off, i love that it starts as a kind of lust at first sight/very much a physical thing. Because when we see them actually breaking down their barriers and actually getting to know each other it’s so sweet

ROGUE GOT HIS NAME FROM DND that’s absolutely precious and it also lets the audience know IMMEDIATELY that the whole “tall dark and mysterious” thing is 100% an act

Also the Doctor lip syncing to Can’t Get You Out of My Head is,,,,,,god what a whore (affectionate)

also side note: Kylie minogue DOES exist in the Doctor Who universe as Kylie Minogue. So this either means that the Doctor didn’t know who Kylie Minogue was when he met Astrid, he did know who Kylie Minogue was and he just didn’t say anything, or it’s a Fran Fine/Fran Drescher from the Nanny situation

The way that Rogue proposed to the Doctor THREE time. First, asking the Doctor to travel with him—that’s how i know that the Doctor was a goner—the second time after their dance, and the third when he left the ring in the Doctor’s pocket. Rogue listened to the Doctor monologue about how he’s an ancient eldritch being with the ability to change every cell in their body and really came out with a marriage certificate and the biggest heart eyes in recorded science fiction

My biggest thing that i can’t stop thinking about is the climax when the doctor is breaking down with that trigger. I was so ready for Rogue to belittle him or try and do it himself, a la betraying him and sending Ruby away. But he didn’t. Instead he asked the Doctor if he could do it, and when the Doctor answered “no”, Rogue just,,,,wiped his tear away and kissed him. Even though Rogue was smitten for like a majority of the episode, I think this is when he realized he was in love with the Doctor. And he took Ruby’s place, because he knows that the Doctor can find him, and that they can be together, just not now.

I knew right away that Rogue was gonna be gone by the end of the episode. BUT I’m happy with how it went because we know he’s still out there and he has a story line!!!! There’s a lot of room for future stuff!

Anyways, I need at least fifty new fics on Ao3 on my desk by the end of the week

[simplyafountainpen]

Flying The Nest

{𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼}: Son!Reader x Sebastian Michaelis

{𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷}: After the anomaly that is a Demon Child spawns before The Crow Demon, it takes it upon itself to raise it up in a most demonic manner, but not all chicks readily leave the nest.

{𝓣𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓼}: Fluff, crack/silly fic, small amount of angst, (Y/n) is not Sebastian’s biological son, Sebastian & (Y/N) are referred to as Crow Demons and he and (Y/N) are referred to with it/its pronouns for a while

{𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽}: ❝a requests of black butler....(i LOVE platonic fics, and I can just think about it) like, Sebastian's son? the (male) reader don't need to be too young, but i think would be funny Sebastian trying to teach his son how to be a good butler, and reader been just a little messy demon. My English is not good, I'm sorry... i love your writing, please, bite my cheek (yes)❤❞ - izlittlebu (@sweetplantbro)

Demon children were not things most accounted for. You see, Demons are beings born from the woes and suffering of humanity, culminations of their despair and guilt. Of their sadism and pride. Of lust and greed and gluttony and envy and wrath and sloth. Of the impure. Demons are born full grown with a place in the hierarchy, a knowledge for what they must do with their eternal-unless-killed lives, and an endless and incurable hunger for souls.

So when a certain Crow Demon was met the squawking of a child, same as it in species - both being crows - and form, it panicked.

Demons were not meant to raise children unless asked by a future human Master or Mistress! Caring for one of their own with little to no gain is unheard of! There would be no point in keeping this anomaly that would only weigh this Crow Demon down, and so, initially, it flew off without a second though, leaving the newborn alone in the depths of hell.

But then, the crying. That damned crying. Thousands of crow chicks crying out in fear. A noise so loud it echoed through the endless caverns and catacombs of hell, alerting every being in these depths of the anomalous, pathetic child in their wake. And so, in a moment of both self preservation and recklessness, the elder Crow Demon swooped down and shoved it’s feathered mass into the younger, shutting it up.

The many eyes that crowded the Crow’s eldritch form stared into the matching many of the child that stared back.

With a reluctant huff, the young Demon chick was lifted from the ground in the arms of the elder Demon Crow, both taking off into the flame littered skies of the damned world of hell.

This would be the mark of a new relationship.

·:¨༺ ♱✮¨:·ᨐ��� ᨐᵐᵉᵒʷ·:¨✮♱ ༻¨:·˚─── ⋆⋅⛥⋅⋆ ──

Years flew by faster than either of you could care for. Centuries of staying side by side had ignited a relationship between you and your elder, one akin to those of a Father and son, you both found.

And as such, you became a packaged deal. Summon your Father, and they get you as well. A younger, but still devilishly handsome boy, with those same piercing red eyes as your Father. His pact mark became intertwined with what would be yours, ensuring that the two of you would be together till time itself ended.

The only issue in the whole situation was that you were… a bit clumsy, to put it mildly. Where your Father was amazing at everything he did, more often then not - if it was not just preforming or entertaining - you’d find some way to mess everything up.

Bring the Master some tea? You'll end up drenched with a shattered tea set. Bring the Master food? Your hair was set on fire instead with a somehow raw-on-the-outside yet cooked-on-the-inside meal. Clean the halls? The ceiling is covered in soap and bubbles, the floor is covered in dirt and grime.

It was almost impressive with how well you managed to screw up nearly every task you were given, considering that those who summoned you and Father automatically assumed you were - in fact - related by blood. You both were unearthly beautiful with your piercing red eyes, and your Demon forms were scarily close in size and shape, even down to the hooker boots.

At the very least, whenever you messed up, they'd get to see your Father clean up the mess in a most graceful way.

You were never upset at the situation, in fact you nearly found it funny. Something Father never understood, you would come to realize. Unlike his sense of hilarity, you could let nearly any imperfection roll off your back like rain on a petal, never truly taking any punishment to heart. You'd take the advice, try again, fail, then get back up and keep trying.

Father also didn't seem to worried, always taking time out of his nights - seeing as both of you rarely slept - to train you. Over time it would get better, less spillage and messes and more elegant triumphs much like him.

But if there was something you could do that Father had little experience in, that was entertain. Your memory was impeccable, of course, and that made you a beautiful storyteller, even if you did embellish the truth quite a bit, but isn't that something humans do all the time?

You'd preform tricks for you Master and their guests, flips, games and otherwise while Father took care of literally anything and everything else. If everything, you could be described as the distraction to his action. The calm before Father's storm. You were the warning signs and flashing lights while Father was the danger that inevitably followed.

And this was life. This was the routine from the moment you truly gained consciousness and would most likely be until the day reality ceased.

·:¨༺ ♱✮¨:·ᨐฅ ᨐᵐᵉᵒʷ·:¨✮♱ ༻¨:·˚─── ⋆⋅⛥⋅⋆ ──

"Are you ready?" It was just passed midnight, all residents of the manor you and Father had currently been serving at had been put to rest, so it was time for your 'nightly training'.

You walked with your Father towards the front door, exiting the large dwelling and pressing onwards to a nearby forest. Neither of you needed to bring anything, the space you'd both be using having been set up for ages by this point. No candles were needed as you both trekked to said forest, and within moments of entering the dark space, your brisk paces became long strides, not a single branch snagging on either of your outfits. Both of you glided through the leaves, looking more like afterimages than 'human beings'. Small animals scurried off when you both rushed by, leaves whipping wildly due to the speed you each were traveling at. Finally, the meeting spot - that which was a clearing filled with old furniture and tea sets and cleaning supplies - was in sight and you both slowed back to a nice walking pace, calmly waltzing into the clearing.

"We'll start simple for the night. Dusting isn't something you have much issue with - anymore anyway - but we should always brush up on our skills, shouldn't we?" Father's voice was much less uptight then it was in front of your Master, more lax but still with that undertone of something sinister, though you knew it wasn't pointed at you. A twitch of his finger was all it took for you to rush off to the small collection of cleaning supplies you kept out here, all pristine and cleanly, no matter how long they went without use. The feather duster you picked up was the best of it's kind, naturally, so picking up dust was nothing more than a breeze. Or so it should have been.

The dust of the shelves chosen was kicked up rather than swept up, making it fly all around you and Father instead of gathering to be swept up later. You sheepishly grinned as the duster in your hands continued to fly wildly around in the air, desperate to collect even a bit of dust. Father simply sighed, walked over, and cleaned up the mess within seconds leaving you still a bit dusty and the shelves and Father perfectly clean.

"What happened?" He asked gently and you looked down, chuckling and shrugging your shoulders. A hand went up to the back of your neck, rubbing and massaging the muscles as you stretched and popped your joints.

"Not sure, just got a bit too excited? I guess?" Your tone was sheepish, grin turning to a half-smirk, eyes drooping slightly. You Father also softened his smile, chuckling into a sigh as he pet your head, ruffling your hair.

"Well then, I suppose we'll have to wear down that excitement, won't we?" You were used to seeing this uncharacteristic softness from Father, the less tense smiles and looser body language, the encouragement and even the offerings of help without needing anything in return. Your smiled broadened as Father brought you in for a quick side hug, the hug itself being brief, but more than enough to get the message of affection across.

The feather duster was laid down on a nearby table, the two of you taking a seat in a mismatched pair of chairs. Father stared at you while you took a deep breath, held it, and let it out. His larger hands grasped yours, leaning towards you with that small smile on his face. You looked towards him with a smile of your own. With a nod, you both took a deep breath and held it - longer than you had before - and let it out, relaxing your bodies. You did this a couple times, over and over, breathing and calming your excitement to be here with your Father, spending time with him alone, without humans to interrupt. You grew giddy at the thought, only to feel a palm press against your head and one of your own to drop back into your lap. Father looked at you with a knowing gaze and you laughed, settling back down to keep breathing.

"We Demons," Father began, "must stay calm and collected throughout the day and night to complete our duties to utmost perfection. Not a mistake shall be allowed so that when we reap our reward, it will be as sweet as the nectar that led humans to this path of destruction and selfish desire. You understand, don't you?" You nodded at his words, shuffling in your seat, now very eager to get up and move again Sitting still was never your strong suit. Father watched as you jittered in your seat, smiling at you.

It was sudden, when he stood and pulled you by the one hand he was still holding into an embrace, wrapping his arms around you. Usually he gave you nothing but short head pats or the occasional side hug, like earlier. But to be fully embraced fully like this was such a rarity that you genuinely couldn't remember the last time he had given one like this. You stared into the fabric of his waistcoat, hesitantly returning the hug, to which he then squeezed you for.

You both stood there in silence for a moment, your head in his chest and his on your own head. The sounds of the forest overtook the moment, the distant call of night birds and deer playing created a symphony around you. The wind even seemed to blow slightly, pushing you both closer together.

"Perhaps... you were not made for all this cleaning and such." Your eyes immediately went to Father's, shock written visibly across your features. Before you could refute, Father placed a finger to your lips.

"You enjoy the performances you do for our Masters, correct?" You hesitated, but nodded. "And you much prefer these performances over cleaning and cooking, correct?" again, you nodded. Sebastian hummed, looking to the sky for a bit, before nodding to himself and looking down at you, who now had a confused pout on your face as you rested in his arms. "Then I have an idea. We've been going about this all wrong. Grab the feather duster, please?" He let you go, arms falling to his sides. Instead of moving, you squeezed him a bit tighter, then let go a moment later to retrieve the cleaning item.

"Now, instead of cleaning for me, preform. Don't focus on cleaning, but with devilish charm, instead focus on making it a performance, cleaning second." You stood still for a second, staring at him from your place in front of a lightly dusty table. It took you a minute to really let the words sink in, turning back to the shelves, lost in thought. Father let you have the time to really take the words in, the feather duster in you hand raising and lowering in hesitance. Eventually, you raised the duster and held it the air.

Don't focus on the cleaning, focus on the performance..?

Your mind began to spin a song, swift and graceful. The music that echoed in your head soon swam around in your mind, your body beginning to sway with it, hand going up to the table with the feather duster ghosting over the surface gently, less in a cleaning motion and more in a way that portrayed it. You swiftly made your way across the entirety of table, eyes closed as you drifted aimlessly.

Instead of applause or praise, you instead 'awoke' to the sound of Father coughing. Your eyes opened and found Father holding a fist to his mouth, waving a hand through the thick cloud of dust that surrounded you both. Your eyes squinted as you waved the duster around in a frenzy to clear away the dust, instead pushing it around even more.

“Don’t - ahem - don’t bother. Let’s just leave this place for a moment.” Father spoke softly. You nodded, not feeling it in you to talk. The feather duster was gently placed on a different table, the both of you rushing from the scene and resting on the branches of a nearby tree. You were downcast, eyes level with the floor, not bothering to look up at Father who you were more than sure was upset with you.

“Now now, don’t look like that.” You tensed, feeling him land beside you from his higher perch. A hand rested on your shoulder, your eyes looking up and catching his.

“It seems we’ll simply have to work a bit harder-“ “We’ve been working for years by thing point Father!” You interrupted, something you’d never usually do. Tears nearly made themselves apparent in your eyes but you wiped them away before they could even form, looking back towards the ground. “We’ve been at this for years and I’ve barely improved. I just don’t get why. I want to improve! And I definitely try to, but I just don’t. I just can’t and I don’t know why.” Your lip trembled as your voice cracked and broke. You were tired of this, of this trying to be better at something you clearly weren’t. You hadn’t looked back up at Father out of shame, thinking you’d definitely see his disappointment.

Instead, a hand gently placed itself on your cheek, tilting your head upwards to meet Father’s gaze. His eyes were soft, uncharacteristically so, and held rarely seen compassion and care. He thumbed your cheek, holding you there, then leaned down and pressed his forehead to yours.

“I’m not disappointed. I’m not angry. This is a learning process for the both of us. I’ve never been a father before and it I know shows. We will figure this out together, alright little one? This is nothing to cry over, Demons don’t cry, after all.” You sighed, nodded, and scooted closer to the elder, who welcomed you. You shared the third hug - a new record - of the night, squeezing him as tight as possible. He returned the force with everything he had.

“This is a learning process for the two of us. We will get through this, understood?” You chuckled at the question, nodding into Father’s shirt.

“I do. I understand.” He nodded, trademark smile on his face. Father’s red eyes met your own, the two of you grinning together.

“Then let’s keep learning. Keep moving forward. Till time itself gives up and humans fall.” Your grin grew at his words.

“Together till the end!” You cheered, arms swinging upward, only to hit the branch above you both and send you tumbling to the ground, you falling on your face and Father landing on his feet. He chuckled at your misfortune and you growled.

There was still plenty time to grow.

{𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼}: I am so very sorry this took so long to get out. I had a few things happen in life in quick succession and Wuthering Waves took control of my free time. I still hope that you enjoy, even if this is shorter than I had hoped it to be.

-🖋️

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[nibbelraz]

A scenario I had been toeing writing was a "beings with really ingrained beastly instincts (like, monsters and beasts but mostly those who appeared in Airplane's draft) recognize him as their God and Creator/Owner and obey him like well trained, overly loving doggos". Kinda like this fic on AO3 with Xin Mo recognizing SQH as his Gid& creator, except its an eldritch entity that was supposed to be a Real PlotPoint and Hurt LBH really bad just wagging tail and doing tricks for one tiny ass, sweaty and nervous peak lord.

Also, I don't remember if either Tianlang-Jun or Zhuzhi-Lang ever met gim, but wouldn't it be hilarious if they, too, recognize him as Something Other because they were not part of the plot but the draft and thus "closer" to SQH's "heart/true intentions"?

THIS IS ACTUALLY REALLY COOL??? LIKE SO INCREDEBLY COOL I WOULD READ THAT IMMEDIATELY

I 100 percent can definitely see other types of beasts and creatures seeing Shang Qinghua as an otherworldly being but also a lot of concepts were in Qinghuas drafts I wonder if those carry over. Like Binghe getting the ending he was meant to have was a concept and it came to be so would binghe sense Qinghua as something? Maybe that's why he's just glaring at him because he thinks it's jealousy for being near his shizun but nooo it's other things he can't pinpoint.

Thinking of Qinghua having beasts listening him to tho is funny too like

"They listen to him" points to Shang Qinghua whose staring at this huge creature and he's shaking and about to cry while the creature in question is like ":D"

I don't remember either if Tianlang-Jun or Zhuzhi-lang lang met Qinghua actually but if he did I think Tianlang-Jun would look at him real hard and then be incredibly interested in him like "Oh. This one. THIS ONE HERE. He's something for sure." He'd have the same level of enthusiasm as he does with Shen Qingqiu.

If you end up writing it, I would love to read it!!!!

[gabrielleyueerrrrr]

My thoughts on Influencer Arc Ep.1

Major spoilers for Influencer Arc Ep.1. "Green's channel"!

Alright, we've all watched the newest episode, and I have to say, the plot is nothing new. The kids exploring something they've never seen/done before, accidentally going too far/making a few mistakes, and now there's this eldritch being with cool powers trying to kill them. We've seen it before,

again,

and again,

and again.

Ok, I get it, what is a stick animation without epic fighting scenes? And the fighting scenes in the new episode are so creative and well crafted. The gang utilized Adobe Premiere's features to battle the glitching video Green, showcasing seamless teamwork and impressive adaptability, and ultimately dunking it into the recycling bin with a final breathtaking move. Not gonna lie, I was grinning like an idiot the whole episode.

What makes the glitching video green(I'm just going to refer to them as glitch from now on) unique is that they weren't an established entity like Herobrine, Youtube and Lucky Block. For the first time, the color gang were fighting someone, or something, that was entirely their own creation, hostile because they were created as a mistake.

Does that ring a bell? Yes, I'm talking about how similar the glitch was to Victim. Both were created unloved, both rebelled against their creator(s), and both met a swift end at the very hands that brought them to their existence.

So how was the glitch different? Why should Alan be blamed for abusing and murdering his creation but not the Color Gang? Is it because we're emotionally attached to the gang so we can turn a blind eye and convince ourselves it's not a big deal?

Well, not really. Unlike Alan, the color gang is totally justified in this.

Firstly, Alan created Victim out of malice (hence the name), Victim was meant to suffer, to be humiliated and toyed with, all for his creator's entertainment. But the color gang didn't hold such malice. Yes, the glitch was a result of their failed editing, but who would have thought they would suddenly gain sentience and came to life? (If all the failed editing projects I discarded in the past came back to haunt me I'd be buried three feet beneath the gound by now).

(And really, how does creation of digital life even work in the AVA universe? Why did this particular video come to life but not others? Is it just spontaneous and random? I guess this would remain a mystery like Second's creation unless Alan decides to explain it in future AVA episodes:/)

Secondly, the colour gang, although wary of the glitch, shown kindness upon the initial encounter.

Even after the glitch attacked Green first, Second still intervened to stop Red's aggression, instead grabbing the glitch in a questioning manner:" Why did you punch our friend when he was trying to be nice?"

It was only after Second too was struck to the ground did the gang start to treat the glitch as an enemy.

On the contrary, Alan started the assault, forced Victim to act in self defence, eventually deleting him.

Still, an overly sentimental part of me still felt bad for the glitch. Being created as a distortion, a mistake, unwanted and unloved, they had a reason to be mad at their creators. If only there was a way to get rid of those excessive effects and turn the glitch back to a normal video, then maybe the gang could earn themselves another cool friend.

Or maybe not. If the glitch's existence was born from their identity as a "mistake", would they still exist once that very "mistake" was rectified?

[prehistoric-pal]

I don't really post text posts that often but I got something rattling in the back of my head after listening to Ep. 30 of TMAGP. I know there was a lot happening that episode but are we just going to ignore that Sam's skull was definitely trying to pry itself out like a skeleton hatching for skeleton war??

(I doubt the pain killers Celia gave him in the train did anything for his head hehe)

The poor custodian met his concrete-y fate, the track-team coach couldn't out run death and that poor drowning lady Alice tried to save all met their fates after being victims to the Archivist and their tape recorders. Gwen is an exception maybe, but then again we didn't hear her whole statement so we don't really know what her dealio is and what her fate is.

(Hopefully her statement will be shown more clearly in Season 2 :D)

But poor Sammy? Bro Magnussed too close to the sun, got his statement slurped out of him, got betrayed by a loyal mother and ended up in a world where he prolly doesn't belong by tackling an eldritch knowledge muncher! I wonder if being sent to another dimension might save Sammy from his skull ripping out of him or maybe it won't...

TLDR- Rambling about whether or not Sammy's head pains during Ep. 30 was his skull trying to come out of his skin after having his statement slurped out of him, and whether or not being sent to another dimension/universe is helping that not happen or is making it very, very worse.