#from the messenger-imp

[mrstinderstauf]

Oh boy a bonus seether!!

Oh boy, a baby with literally nothing else to do!

[blossompencil]

Imagine this..

Amongst the grand scheme of Heaven vs. Hell, you are nothing but a messenger.

It is your job and duty to deliver messages from Heaven to Hell. Every demand, declaration, negotiation, all of it. Every scrap of paper the higher angels write on. You must deliver.

The journey is dangerous each time. Dodging hellfire, out flying demons who try to toy with you.

It is worth it in the end.. when you arrive to the grand corridor, little imps await to clean the soot off your wings and treat whatever burns or scratches you may have suffered on the way.

The king and queen demons are always delighted to see their favorite angel. The one who has shown no fear in coming to the dephs.

They always have a meal ready, refreshments, and are awaiting your personal opinions on some of the matters regarding what your higher ups demand..

If they could keep you, they would.

[lokidjarin-7567]

Day 9: Hate Sex

Joel Miller x you

Contents: fem!reader x Joel Miller (TLOU), smut, kinda dubcon (??), not well edited

W/C: 1.4k

I love Pedro Pascal and I love Joel so here we go!!

Kinktober Masterlist | General Masterlist | AO3

"Oh Joel, why are you so angry?" you muttered, watching as he gritted his teeth. You moved towards him slowly until you were a breath from his face, eyes boring into his. "It wasn't me who messed up that deal. It was my brother. I'm just the messenger…"

"Bullshit," he spat. "Tess told me you were there, and I'm inclined to believe her, not you."

"Look, if you wanted the goods so badly, you should've come yourself…"

"It was a fucking deal, and you went back on it."

"Not my choice."

"You play so fucking innocent," he muttered, venom in his tone as he moved slightly closer. "You know exactly what you're doing."

"And what's that?" The air was charged suddenly, and you couldn't help but flirt a little. You enjoyed pissing him off, and you could see his anger, but you also couldn't deny how insanely attracted you were to him—especially when he was angry.

"You're…" You edged closer again, just inches from him, and watched as he tried to get his words out, eyes scanning your face. "Trying to get a rise out of me."

"Am I?" You glanced at his lips pointedly, and he maintained the same infuriating eye contact. There was such intense hate seeping from him, and you couldn't help but smile.

"You're insufferable." You swallowed, questioning your next move, but then you glanced down to see the tent in his trousers.

"You sure about that?" He snapped, forearm against your collarbones and pressing you against the door with a force that almost winded you. You laughed at the outward display of aggression, but he cut you off as his lips smashed into yours. It was violent and instinctual, his arm moving to the base of your neck. You gasped up into the heat of his mouth as he applied some pressure there. He growled as your body responded, leg wrapping around his waist and hips grinding into his.

You couldn't breathe, his lips continuing to press against yours combined with his forearm against your neck, and it just made you buck into him more. He laughed darkly into your mouth, the taste of him frustrating you. You had started this. Teasing him. Goading him. Trying to get him to snap. And now that he had, you wanted to play hard to get, to resist him, to carry on hating him… but you couldn't. Your body was betraying you.

It wasn't until your nails dragged down his forearm that he let up, the sudden access to air making you moan just as the hot furnace of his mouth left yours and fell to the sore spot on your neck where his arm had been.

"What are you doing…" you finally managed to gasp between whimpers, hands gripping his shoulders tightly as his own pressed your hips firmly to the wall.

"Just shut up," he grumbled, pulling you harshly from the wall and pushing you towards the bed. You had been flipped over before you could say anything else, and you couldn't help but grin as you felt his hand come down across the back of your ass.

You were glad he was being ruthless. If you were being honest with yourself, you had wanted to fuck Joel for a long time— there was just something about his low, Texan drawl and slutty jeans that made you press your legs together. But you just wanted to fuck him. In this world, there was no space for relationships, just animalistic, filthy, hateful sex. You wanted to be used, to be thrown around to his liking, to be spanked and choked and slapped because if you fucked like that and never really spoke, there would be no room for feelings.

You were so caught up in the moment that you barely registered Joel's hands grabbing at your pants. With fumbling fingers, you managed to undo the button, allowing him to swiftly slip them off your ass. The cool air hit your exposed skin, sending a shiver down your spine. Without warning, his hand cracked against the soft flesh of your backside. This time, the impact was more intense, a sharp sting that radiated outward. A feral moan escaped your lips, and you instinctively pressed yourself back towards him, craving more of his touch.

The back of your thighs made contact with his own, the heat from his body seeping into yours. You could feel the hard length of his shaft pressing insistently against your folds, the thin fabric of your underwear doing little to mask the sensation. Unable to resist, you ground back into him, relishing in the friction. The movement provided a slight relief from the relentless aching in your core, but it only made you want him more.

“Jesus, fuck me, Joel.” You groaned as you continued to press into him, and he just shoved you against the bed in response, leaving you face down in the sheets.

“Just shut up.” He grumbled again and you started to situate yourself. You moved to your hands and knees, how you’d assumed he’d want you, but he pressed you down and forwards, tearing off your underwear and climbing on top of you. You were completely at his mercy. His body weight was on you, you were pressed to the bed on your stomach, completely flat, only really able to lift your head. You even couldn’t see what he was doing. You should be scared. But you weren’t. For some reason, even though you fucking despised him, you knew he wouldn’t hurt you. Well, not without reason.

There was no warning as he grabbed you roughly by your hips, so tight it was painful, slightly pulling them up and positioning you just right before sheathing himself into you completely in one swift, merciless thrust. The noise that was pulled from your throat was primal and unrestrained, almost a scream as every inch of his thick member sunk into your core. He was big, so much bigger than you expected, and the sudden intrusion left you aching and gasping for air. You ached from taking all of him so quickly, but it was a good ache, a delicious fullness that had you seeing stars as he hit that perfect spot inside you. His own groan was addictive, deep and animalistic, a sound that reverberated through you. He tried to muffle it by sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of your shoulder, the sharp pain making your cunt clench involuntarily around him, drawing another low growl from his throat.

He dropped your hips, one hand moving to your hair, gripping it tightly at the roots and twisting, forcing your head down against the bed. His other hand remained planted firmly beside you, supporting his weight as he loomed over you. You really couldn’t move now, hands scrabbling for purchase as he pulled out slowly, the drag of his cock against your sensitive walls almost unbearable. Then, without mercy, he slammed back into you, setting a punishing rhythm that left you gasping and whimpering beneath him. Your body was no longer your own, your total lack of composure making every sensation stronger and more devastating, every single one of your muscles turning to jelly, head spinning. You could feel the pressure building embarrassingly quickly, your impending orgasm coiling tightly in your core, and he could feel it too.

“Getting close there, doll?” He growled out, voice breathy, and you grit your teeth.

“Fuck… You… Joel..” You could barely breathe, using the last of your breath and focus to cuss him out, gasps and moans in between each word giving you away. It a few more smacks across your ass, the skin there feeling red raw and he grabbed the soft flesh, using it as a handle almost to pull you back into his hips. It worked, and within moments you had locked up, pussy pulling him further into you as pleasure washed over you. It was white hot, skin tingling all over as he continued to fuck you through it.

You were shaking by the time you were done, every thrust into you sending jolts through your body of building pleasure and overstimulation.

“Joel…” you muttered, a pathetic whine that escaped before you could catch it.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He moaned sarcastically. “You feeling sensitive?”

[germesthegenie]

Ward Era Tattletale has a coat in my head

Finished Ward Arc 11 (plus the rest of Arc 10), thoughts below:

The Rest of Arc 10

Damsel, Swansong, and Victoria sharing an apartment together feels like a good setup for a sitcom

Wonder if the Anelace subplot’s gonna go anywhere. Kinda interesting to have a love interest not even in the main group (as opposed to Rachel Brian), but also that’s a recipe for a fairly irrelevant one most of the time.

(10.12) “Some of my allies were shot” IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO THE MAJOR MALFUNCTIONS I WILL-

(10.12) If these are the anti-parahuman people, I’m starting to wonder if it’s a psyop play to just make the opposition to parahuman rule look ridiculous and violent.

(10.13) Ah, so Theo reminded us some people deserve being beaten up so we could have Antares go pretty brutal on these guys

Close enough, welcome back Hatchet Face. Admittedly cooler because its actually fair

(10.13) Sveta :( it really was self defense bc damn these assassins were no joke

Finale’s wail formed the bulk of the background noise.  I spared a glance, even though I didn’t want to see.  Her teammates were hurt, not dead

(10.13) DO NOT TOY WITH ME LIKE THAT WILDBOW

(10.13) So probably not the anti parahumans, but doesn’t quite seem like Teacher either, at least not his power.

(10.y) Chris living the baby turtle experience and having a million things trying to kill him from the moment of birth lmao

(10.y) Lab Rat? The ball?? How far ahead was Wildbow setting up Ward damn

(10.y) Is that the most direct Taylor cameo so far? Original Lab Rat was kinda funny for pausing in the middle of passing out these devices at the end of the world to go “hehe bug box for the bug girl”

(10.y) Also yeah he definitely won the bet

(10.y) Amy. Amy you better not be considering that latter offer. AMY-

Interesting backstory for Chris overall. Looks like he’ll be building something up in the background for now

(10.z) Chicken Little really is the Telemachus to Taylor’s Odysseus (in the Epic the Musical sense). Inexperienced, but with a similar spirit in some ways, and kinder heart.

The Heartbroken kids also seem neat. Liking the variety in the powers, the similarities to Regent, Cherie, and Heartbreaker are there but they still stand out.

(10.z) The kids are friends yay! Now I’m reminded of the post I saw before about the Undersiders and the Brockton Wards if Imp and Vista became friends and the groups had to be begrudgingly friendly to each other as a result. Is that whats in store for Breakthrough?

(10.z) CHICKEN LARGE?? Please let nothing bad happen to this boy 😭

(10.z) Tattletale really in her mom era. Again, third time’s the charm hopefully

(10.z) Bogeyman captured?? Contessa what are you cooking?

(10.z) Also Dinah compromised??

Arc 11

I like how Victoria’s aura makes her more intimidating, Goddess’ aura makes her worshipped, and Rain’s aura makes him look like even more of a pathetic wet cat (ik thats not the only thing it does but its funny)

Some rather dark tactics on Victoria’s part to get Bitter Pill’s team to abide by her terms. Still a long way to go to reach Taylor’s war crime count, though

Kenzie’s reaction to the news about Chris :(

Also damn didn’t think about the implications of “the transformations don’t undo all the way” thing of Chris’ when it comes to Lab Rat’s victims. Wonder if he ever got framed for the C53s like Manton was

(11.3) The Ashley-Damsel-Victoria roommate situation continues to sound like a sitcom, too bad it sounds like its coming to an end

Oh no what awful person would do this to Victoria’s stuff- oh hi Imp!! nvm she deserves to do a little arson /s

I was wondering there for a second like “hey Wildbow why are you going so overboard on the scene breaks” but now it makes sense

(11.3) Not Chicken Little sharing sensitive documents over earth gimel’s facebook messenger 😭

Ah I missed how funny Imp is

(11.3) I’m guessing this is where all the Imp/Vista stuff comes from? Does seem like the most likely of the Brockton Bay Wards (aside from maybe like Kid Win). Though considering it’s Imp saying it, there’s like a 50% chance she’s bullshitting to throw off Victoria. Funny if true though

Sidepiece’s interlude has exactly the blend of wholesome, sad, and freaky I expected from the character

(11.a) “Romantic but in a platonic way” exactly what I’d expect atp Mr Mccrae

(11.4) Time bubbled people getting similar blindspots to Eidolon, GU, and the Endbringers? That can’t be good

(11.4) Weld. Weld. My boy. My temporary fav post-Amy pre-Cuff. The fuck are you doing???

Like I get it. He has his own wants, he simply isn’t built freaky enough. It isn’t a Parahumans couple without something being messed up (unless you’re Golem/Cuff). There have to better ways of handling things than just dumping the poor girl, though. Also hopefully imagining things but is there some kind of setup being done between Weld and Victoria? The whole “forcefield made him feel something” bit? Please no. If there’s anyone in this couple she’s getting with post breakup, it aint you my guy

(11.5) Oh boy the Heartbroken are like having 3-4 freakier Alecs (the older ones anyway, the kids skew more Aisha-like). Poor Rain. But also like nice he has people who can somewhat relate to him

(11.5) Victoria witnessing average hormonal teen behavior: “This must be the work of an enemy stand cape”

(11.5) Well, about time we get the “midgame rematch with the starting boss you lost to” moment

(11.6) …What the fuck

(11.6) Victoria getting tricked by a decently observant child: “This must be the work of a Thinker”

(11.6) Victoria thats bank fraud

(11.6) WHY DOES HE TYPE LIKE THAT 😭

(11.6) Never trusting a fridge in a parahumans story what the hell is this

(11.6) Suddenly glad Golem and Cuff aren’t more prevalent if this is how they’re treating rebel-sqrrl’s faves damn (oh nvm this is one of her favorite arcs apparently)

(11.7) “I think there are lines” he says as he becomes a bunch of lines Lord of Loss is so funny actually

(11.8) Wildbow this is the third mpreg power you’ve made, is there something you want to share with the class 🤨

(11.8) I feel like between the Goddess stuff and Rain’s aura that Victoria associating all doubts with powers is gonna either be really handy or really bad for her self control

(11.8) Terrible day to have eyes and ears to read this chapter good lord

(11.8) What do you mean Lord of Loss is 30??? Typing like that as a grown ass man????

Also people joke about Taylor killing a baby (who was actually a toddler by that time) meanwhile Victoria is out here actually killing a fetus and we have no funny “Slaughterhouse Nine and Under” jokes for her smh 😔 as far as I’ve seen anyway

(11.b) Nailbiter really just trauma dumping to this kid and then went “anyway, drugs?”

(11.b) Oh, guess it was good timing to research Breaker triggers. Assuming that’s what Colt has now. Interesting thing with the “greater power over a pit”. Would taking that have been the difference between whatever she got and a Broken Trigger?

(11.c) Darlene vs Operator Red was neat. Bro got killed by a kid with no weapons whatever Thinker rating he was knock it down by 1 😭

(11.c) I should be horrified at what happened to Capricorn and Tattletale but all I can think of is how cool that basically lightsaber whip is and how it’d be way cooler if wielded by anyone but Cradle

(11.9) Ok now that is a scary power. PTSD beam that puts voices in your head for 3 months. The fact the voices still behave like the person as you remember them and not just being angry is interesting

(11.9) Rachel!! I love the sharp contrast of her siccing her dog on the mercenary immediately followed by being Good Auntie Rachel to the Heartbroken. She’s come so far from how she was in Early Worm, but is still recognizably Rachel. Taylor would be proud

(11.9) Welp, should’ve figured Coil’s mercs (if they haven’t all been replaced by this point) wouldn’t stay loyal once the money stopped coming in. Same reason they betrayed their old boss, after all

Return to Brockton Bay! Should’ve seen it coming with all the reunions leading up to this. Hoping for more Golem there in that case

(11.10) Colt got added to the mall group chat??

(11.11) Foil using guns by shooting the bullets through a hole in her hand?? Taken up Grue’s/Skitter’s role as the Undersiders’ Crazy Ass

Speaking of Taylor, she would be like almost fully unfazed by getting Cradled. Just reforms herself and speaks using the bugs. Would suck for Brian though having his senses spread out in several pieces would be horrifically familiar.

(11.11) Yknow what back in Arc 1 I thought Carol would remain at least like top 3 hated characters until the end but she’s getting pushed out of top 10 jfc Cradle?? Love Lost?? Not even to Rain, literally kids, kids who were already incapacitated or surrendered????

(11.12) Vista with an empty Earth practically has worldedit damn.

Looks like a hell of an upcoming arc. Lets look at the table of contents… Starting off with an interlude? 12.All?? 12.None??? This is about to go crazy isn’t it

[archivist-crow]

Kappa - In Japanese lore, a horrible water imp who likes to drink human blood and eat entrails. The kappa is named after the river god Kappa, whom it serves as a messenger.

The kappa resembles a monkey. It is about the height of a 10-year-old boy and has webbed hands and feet, a monkey face, a long beaklike nose, and a tortoise shell on its back. On top of its head is a bowl-like indentation that contains a clear, jellylike substance, which is the source of the kappa's power. Short black hair rings the indentation.

The kappa lives in swampy areas, ponds, lakes, and rivers, where it taunts its victims—men, women, and children—into treacherous or deep waters so that they drown. It also attacks animals. After the victims are dead, the kappa enters the bodies through the anus, drinks their blood, and sucks out their entrails. It is especially fond of livers. Sometimes it will devour some of the flesh.

The kappa offers a supernatural explanation for a phenomenon of drowning: a bulging anus.

Folklore stories about the kappa tell of it losing an arm in an attack. It goes after its arm and promises people favors in exchange for the limb. It promises not to attack the local people anymore, or it teaches someone how to heal.

Kappa-like beings have been reported in UFO and extraterrestrial encounters in South America. The creatures are described as about two to three teet tall and covered with reptilian scales. They have webbed and clawed hands and feet, skull-like heads, pointed ears, and slits for noses and mouths. They have not taken blood directly, but seem to vampirize eyewitnesses of energy and leave them feeling weak, anemic, and faint, similar to the effects experienced in Chupa-Chupa attacks.

Text from The Encyclopedia of Vampires, Werewolves, and Other Monsters (Checkmark Books, 2005) by Rosemary Guiley

[your-favorite-spyho]

*Knocking at Lee’s door*

A messenger appears with a grin

GREETINGS! I beseech you with a message from our Superior Leviathan.

Hands Lee a scroll and it reads:

You are hereby summoned and required to appear before the The Court of Envy at 666 Envy Way, immediately, to answer to the call of their Deadliness, Leviathan, which is now on file with the Envy Court and you may obtain record of this summons via the court clerk.

Failure to appear to this summons may result in default judgment and thus leading to termination of access to the Envy ring.

Karen

Clerk of Court

The Court of Envy

(( @theleviafun ))

On her official day off (which she officially set for herself), Lee went down to Hell to pick up a few things from her old room at the princess hotel. Luckily, since the girls night out after the beach day, she no longer had to use the- currently well-guarded- Pearly Gates to get around. All thanks to Adina, who unexpectedly offered her help with the portals. Lee had no reason to refuse.

"I'll be back for you at 10pm, have fun~." Oh hell yeah baby, I will!

Lee changed into the sluttiest outfit of hers and was about to go pick up some girlies when she suddenly heard a knock on the door. She opened it and was immediately greeted by the messenger.

Wah- what??

She quickly reads the scroll and opens her mouth in shock.

...Yo. No way.

Lee shook her head, not believing what she read at first.

Fuck. You.

SUCK MY MANTIS- FUCKIN'- COCK. (Schnitzel: *side eye*)

WHAT DO YOU MEAN "SUMMONED BY LEVIATHAN"?!

She quickly began removing her makeup and changing into.. less revealing clothes.

For fuck's sake, right now?! UGH!! Da hell could Deadly Sin possibly want from a simple sinner? Does he know Imma technically not fuckin' allowed to leave da Pride RIng?!

Lee finished changing her clothes in a minute and immediately took on some random imp's form as a disguise.

Now care to take me dere since ya' already here, fella. -🍬

Shit, hopefully I'll be back by 10pm.

[kairos-acacia]

pokemon dick grayson WOULD have:

NB: these pokemon are battle focused/ like that because these are intended as nightwing's pokemon this is because i kinda believe in this regard dgs 'a blank in a mask' all his pokemon are for combat because thats what he prioritises (and helping people but you know) not his public image. i feel like he wouldn't bring light to his pokemon in media presences because a) he ain't brucie b) the disparity between richard grayson and a media version of him is much less than batman and brucie i.e his pokemon aren't suspicious in the context

Now, onward!

(i) Beldum/ Metang (eventually metagross): one of the smartest pokemon, the key reason they're together is because of the detective work. metang hasn't quite evolved yet, but dick hatched a tiny beldum that then became metang. i hc dick being someone who's thinking is hard for other people to keep up with due to his lateral thinking which is quite different to bruce's and a lot of other people- he uses logic like a tool or a toy to augment manipulations basically. beldum didn't use to be very vocal so dick just talked to it all the time kinda like a recorder when it evolved it was able to strengthen his own leaps in logic. icl it's kind like batman- someone who's way of thinking is very different and direct compared to dicks but complements it nonetheless.

(ii) Corvisquire, eventually Corviknight (find me a better pokemon allegory for the robin- nightwing- batman pipeline. also: mask like markings?? take on much larger predators despite the size difference and are known to be fierce and territorial?? it writes itself..) i feel like rookidee would be a peak robin pokemon who baby dickie had in the circus because it's his family tradition that every grayson gets a flying type when they start performing to 'remind them of the sky they seek and the closed grip of gravity they escape' i'm romanticising but!!! it finally evolves into corviknight after the whole 'leave your keys with alfred thing' because that's the point at which adulthood is realised for the both of them: banishment. growing pains. side note his dads starting flying type was a talonflame. dick still has a soft spot for them: all those fiery aerial displays.. ik a lot of people headcanon bruce having a corviknight but i think noivern fulfills his 'dark knight' aspect as corviknight does for dick

(iii) Salamance (clearest realisation of flight- dg would so relate to that kinda will power unflinching attitude and belief and faith in one's self. also i think he also deeply understands the urge to leave gravity behind that binds him and bagon almost immediately. i see him getting bagon in peak robin days 10/12 a cackling imp of a boy 'fearless' and 'full of grace' and finding this pokemon with the same urge to challenge gravity. dick never tries to stop bagon from jumping from great heights and instead jumps with him which basically makes the little guy imprint on him straight away. alfred probably jokes about their being two who disregard gravity in the manor now while bruce is exasperated. i think the salamance evolution happened in tamaran/ brothers blood era importantly away from bruce to kinda exacerbate their sense of alienation from one other. salamance loves flying duh and dick and him have a ritual of flying so high and far whenever he wants to abandon the world slightly.

(iv) alolan ninetales i think ninetales is a really common choice for batfam or aus in general cause tbh just look at it!!! but i hvnt really seen alolan ninetales for nightwing. so reasoning: they are considered sacred messengers of sorts and protect packs of vulpix viciously. unlike the normal ninetales which is often standoffish, they are quite gentle. i think that kind of corresponds to dicks image of being a saviour you know?? just optimism, guiding light for bruce and a lot of the DCU something different. i think ninetales is a really strong counter to a lot of pokemon but dicks is a bit of a glass cannon. it can deal out a lot of damage but it really relies on agility and not being hit. he uses it against dragon types and fairy types exclusively. hc that he found vulpix during peak crutches/ renegade arc ie blüdhaven destruction on the horizon and hid it from everybody. vulpix didn't like him at first but it has a really strong sense of judgement. i think it reminds him of donna- the idea of guiding light and stuff. i also see it as kind of his fanon self- people see it on the surface and think it's easy to fight or it only knows elegance but it has greater depths than that. it's the idea of staying true to yourself and deliverance in the dcu. idk man it's kinda like the faith that goes on to define nightwing.

(v) Zeraora the pokemon dick handspars with and an inspiration for riolu. zeraora genuinely distrust all humans because they were betrayed. dick met in an alternate universe that there's no lack of. there he gained its trust by defending it in battle then fighting alongside it. i can otherwise see it being a tamaranean pokemon that decided to follow him back. it heavily distrusts everybody but dick himself. an electric type it tries to get his other pokemon to battle it regularly. it rarely stays in its pokeball and wanders the rooftops with him and complements nightwing. i think it kinda of showcases ash's strength of character that zeraora trusts it now- kinda like his ability to maintain relationships throughout the hero community again it's all about faith and belief. also it represents his inner desire to get stronger all the time- his desire to do good.

(vi) Zoroark: this one was really hard but i think it got down to dicks whole 'i'm whoever you want me to be' attitude the idea of he perceives himself is so alien to how he's perceived by others. dick captured zoroark in his role as batman with damian a point at which he basically abandoned his own identity to use bruce's which was really powerful. i also think someone who infiltrates organisations as much as he does needs a flexible partner n that role.

in reserve:

greninja but that deserves its own post

(i) Intelon (sniping skills? specially identifies perceived weak spots before attacking so it knows where to strike? the SECRET AGENT pokemon?? cmon tell me that's not SO grayson themed..) (also the imagery of having a lazy drizzile he doesn't understand because he's been 'on the go' his whole life and kinda wishing he'd get sobble back and immediately whiplashing when he realises he's thinking like bruce.) i feel like he'd get it during the grayson arc tho and just kinda want to care for something.. keep something safe and be useful so he'll happily adopt a crying sobble. he normally wouldn't but in that scenario i think he'd miss caring for something so he'd do it.

(ii) dragonair definitely a gift from clark which is quite a popular hc i think. he doesn't really use her in battle but mostly to calm down civilians because of serene nature and elegance. pairs well with ninetales and the both of them work really well together. dragonair is also more on the undercover side like inteleon and it's probably never going to evolve into dragonite which is fair. it does acrobatics with ash and they enjoy doing silk together.

thoughts for others in DCU while writing:

bruce as already mentioned would have a noivern to kinda contend with the bat ideal plus the dark knight thing.

i also hc him having a malamar partially because of batman detective duties clues amalgamation and also to make him worse in the feelings department. malamar would have def been the one agreeing dick should spend all time ever by bruce (their) s side. he's personally emotionally stunted.

i see bruce having a gothitelle as well: they're supposed to be able to see the future and when people and galaxies die so i guess it probably saw jason would die not as robin so knew nothing. she met bruce in the league of shadows and she saw something in him that compelled her to follow. she's quite detached and doesn't really like fighting- so she's part of the detective and interrogative style of things due to her sharp mind.

jason's starter would so be a nickit he found by chance it takes a while for them to build up trust with each other but they def ran cons together when that happened

i also low key see jason with a typhlosion but i can't explain it. also galarian corsola

tim has quite a few psychic pokemon: partly i'd say because of leading the teen titans and all the collaborations that needs is made much easier when you have psychics to link people up: i hc him finding a yamask at an archaeological site with him parents that kinda imprinted on him-

and a female meowstic one day when he was at boarding school. since females are more selfish averse and generally more territorial than males this was a hard road but she's now his most loyal partner probably and willing to use full force a lot.

i also hc him having a kirlia when he goes to bruce after jason's death- since the ralts line is known for their relationship with emotions i feel like the boy with enough empathy to intentionally don the mask to save batman is probably most relatable to one.

another one i can so see him having is a flygon: cool personality ideal for carrying dragon type moves. i think this is solidly one he catches as robin or while he's training to become robin maybe with lady shiva.

i feel like damian would def get a riolu when he gets gotham (idk it that very done before?) probs by dick/ alfred to teach him the concept of saving not hurting. since riolu is known for aura + sensing emotions i think it kinda helps damian develop more empathy for those ard him. also they would definitely spar with each other as bonding time. riolu looks up to ash a lot as well i think.

i think steph would really vibe with an alolan raichu psychic/ fairy type. she loves having something that's really effective against the dragon types common in the other bats and leverages it. i feel like she probs relied on it a lot during her robin era to make up where she struggled with sheer power. it's a psychic that get along with tim's yamask quite well.

can def see steph with a rillaboom to contend with the power issue. it's her starter i think and she found it as a grookey that her dad had captured. she probably stole it away and they've been close ever since. rillaboom can be quite serious and it enjoys showcasing its power with wrestling displays

i can so see cass having a weavile. she bonded with it before she killed anyone as a kid and her dad obvs encouraged it. weavile has an impulse for acting before thinking like cass so they just indulge each others worst impulses. it hates jason as all who treat the no killing rule as sacred do. weavile the most because it was with cass the whole time and know how much it means to her.

i also see cass with a togekiss and the idea of again calming down civilians it's an extension of her personality away from batgirl.

that's kinda it for now but who knows maybe i'll elaborate on all the batfam

[alkasden]

Verse starter thread!

This verse will be following Alkas choosing the Striker path! If you wish to follow it, keep an eye out for the tag: #alkasden [runaway runner] ! All current verses are listed in the pinned post!

@strikers-saloon

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Sitting outside of her den, Alkas did not expect a messenger to come up to her with... a letter? A rare form of communication for sure, but she gave the hellhound a little wave after he passed off the envelope.

"Coulda just called," she mutters under her breath, taking her cigarette to hold in her other hand while she ripped open the letter with little regard of keeping it pretty.

Her eyes scanned across the written words, quiet as she muttered it to herself as she read. Then she began to grow a smile and it grew with each pass of the short message.

"Oh fuck yeah!" She gives a nice hop up from her seat on the curb of the sidewalk. Stuffing the letter into her pocket, she made her way over to her parked motorcycle, already out and ready to go. With the rev of its engines, she was off out of the Entertainment District and towards Striker's Saloon.

It seemed she had some business with the imp.

[unknown--author]

Sewing Clothes and Drinking Tea

I apologize for being gone so long, life got busy. I finished this WIP while in science class because I hate science and decided to post it.

Feedback and criticism are welcome! Just please be nice about it.

QUICK SYNOPSIS or whatever it's called: Professor Crewel and Prefect Yuu bonding over sewing and tea because of a secret influence (you'll know by the end).

CW: Yuu is anxious (probably, it's just my thought process, they might just come off as nervous), I don't know how to describe tea or sewing, this takes place before Book 5 (VDC is referenced but Yuu doesn't know what it is)

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

It's the day of my people :D

Yuu trudged toward the school store, their messenger bag shrugged over their shoulder. Ace and Deuce had torn holes into their uniforms by getting into a scrap with Octavinelle students (read: Floyd). Not only that, but Grim had a spat with Leona, tearing his bow.

Now the trio was employing the prefect to fix their clothes. Yuu sighed and pinched the bridge of their nose. They were going to end up in debt because of their idiots.

As soon as they entered the store, Mr. S was at their side, an apologetic look on his face. “I’m sorry, little devil. We just ran out.”

Yuu had learned not to question how he knew these things. Though, they suspected the shadows had something to do with it. “Really?” Sam always had what they needed in stock. “Did a delivery not come in?”

He shook his head. “No, Divus bought the last of the sewing materials. From how much he got, he’s either working on a new project or a large group of imps wrecked their clothes.”

“Oh.” The prefect clicked their tongue. Dammit, tomorrow was Monday. If Grim didn’t have his bow fixed, Crowley wouldn’t be pleased with them. And while Ace and Deuce weren’t in Ramshackle and, technically, weren’t their responsibility, Yuu would rather not let their friends down. Also, hearing Ace whine about a collar for a week sounded like hell.

“Well, little devil, I’m sure if you asked politely enough, Divus would lend you some.” Sam had obviously noticed their downcast expression.

Yuu perked up. “Do you think?”

“Yes, yes.” Sam went back to stocking behind the counter.

“Wait.” They deflated a bit. “Won’t Professor Crewel be at home? It is the weekend, Mr. S.”

"He keeps all his projects and sewing materials at his school office."

"Why?"

Sam shot a small smile their way. "He works on them in between classes and after school."

"Doesn't he have paperwork to do during those times?" Yuu asked, feeling bemused.

His small smile turned into a cheeky one. "Maybe," he shrugged.

They shook their head in amusement. "Thank you, Mr. S." They turned to leave. "I'll tell you how it goes!"

"There's no need; I'll know," Sam chuckled.

~~~~~~~~~~~

As Yuu walked through the desolate halls, some doubts filled their mind. What if Professor Crewel wasn't there? And if he was, would he listen to them? Would he help? Or would he turn them away with the flick of his wrist? The prefect was quite intimidated by the fur-coat-wearing teacher. And for good reason!

Divus Crewel had a strict way of teaching. He never stood for tardiness or horsing around. Any student who went against him would be punished severely. He taught with a whip and a terrifying glare. And last but not least, he reminded Yuu of Cruella De Vil. She had scared them shitless as a kid. With her freaky design and her intent to kill puppies and skin them for their coats, how could she not have?

They hesitated outside the alchemy classroom door. If they wanted, they could turn back now. They could buy a new bow for Grim. Ace and Deuce aren't precisely their problems, the duo have a housewarden and should know how to care for themselves.

A voice cut off their thoughts. "Come in, pup!" It called through the door.

Yuu creaked the door open at the invitation. The infamous Professor Crewel sat at a desk at the front of the room. He had a needle in his hand while fabric floated around him. "Hello, professor."

"Sam told me you were coming." The shadows seemed to dance when he said that. "What is it that you need?"

"Um, well..." Yuu looked at his forehead, avoiding eye contact. "Uh, you see, Grim and my friends tore a few stitches in their clothing and asked me to fix it up, again. I ran out of the thread and patches I needed, so I went to Mr. S's shop. And, well, you got the last of it.

"Mr. S then said that you maybe, probably, might let me borrow some of the materials?" Their rambling got quicker and quieter the more they went on.

Divus quirked an eyebrow. It was obvious that the prefect was nervous around him. It was no wonder considering his reputation with the student body. "Let me take a look at the damage those pups have done."

Yuu fumbled with their bag before pulling the torn clothing out. They walked over and handed it over to the teacher. He inspected the tears.

Most of Grim's vow was now shredded ribbons, Leona had got him good. Ace had gotten the brunt of Floyd's attack; Deuce's uniform wasn't as bad. Their clothes were torn from a force pulling at them and there were claw marks here and there.

Divus sighed. These pups were always so reckless. "I'll mend these. Pull up a chair." He waved his hand to the side, gesturing toward a seat.

Yuu immediately grabbed one, bringing it over to the side of the teacher's desk. They sat down, watching Professor Crewel work silently.

Some of the black fabric overhead floated down and scissors cut patches out of it. Magic threaded the needle for Divus. He grabbed it out of the air and began sewing the uniforms back into their proper form. The Ramshackle prefect watched in awe at the teacher's skill, but they felt a bit confused.

"Professor," they said, pulling his concentration away from his work. "Why don't you just use magic to sew?"

He sighed, expecting this question. "I don't want to build up too much blot."

"But you're making the fabrics and material float?"

"It's easier to organize them if they're not all dumped on my desk," he answered, a loud snip coming from his scissors. One patch down.

The prefect was about to ask another question but Crewel interrupted them. "Would you like some tea, pup?"

Yuu, caught off-guard by the sudden question, takes a moment to answer. "Um, yes please." After the whole Azul fiasco, they were suspicious of any free things offered to them.

Divus opened one of his desk drawers and pulled out a teapot and two teacups seemingly out of nowhere. From Yuu's perspective, the drawer looked like a void. "How did you do that?" they blurted out, amazement on their face.

The teacher stifled a chuckle. "It's an enchantment so the drawer has unlimited space. I cast it back when I started teaching here." He poured tea into the two cups and pushed one toward the teen.

The smell wafted up to their nostrils. They could've died happy then and there; it smelt so wonderful. They couldn't quite put their finger on it even though it was familiar. "What type of tea is this? It smells fantastic!"

"It's a walnut and almond green tea. I had it imported from the Queendom of Roses," Divus said proudly, taking a sip before going back to work.

Yuu took a sip as well, humming in delight. "Is it specially made there?"

He nods, focusing on the needle in his hand. "It's said that the Mad Hatter drank it at his unbirthday parties. Only the people of the queendom know how to brew it."

They muttered something about Riddle and his mother before speaking again. "Hmm, green tea's quite common back home. It's easy to get; you don't need to import it from another country."

"How interesting, pup." Two more loud snips sounded through the room. Two more patches done.

After his indifferent response, Yuu goes quiet. They take a sip of their tea and inspect the cup for something to do. It was plain white with little green leaves attached to thin vines. Each leaf was different in shape and size, but still similar. As they examined the teacup, they realized it looked authentic.

"Professor Crewel, is this handmade?" They held the teacup up so he knew what they were talking about.

Snip. Snip. Snip. Three patches and two uniforms done. "Yes, this set was handmade by an old friend of mine," he said as he grabbed his magic pen. The black fabric floated back up into the air. In its place, strips of grey and white fabric dropped onto the professor's desk.

Yuu watched with fascination as Divus lined up the material meticulously. "Who was the friend?"

"A friend from college, Ansel. He actually went to RSA. We met when I was in my second year and he was in his first." He sounded nostalgic as he spoke. "We met at that year's VDC. Ansel was performing for his team while I was a costume for mine. We went all out that year," he chuckled, now sewing the strips together.

"VDC?" the prefect mumbled before shaking their head. They'll ask about what that is later. "Were you good friends with him? Do you both still talk?"

The man sighed. "Yes, we were good friends. No, I don't talk with him much anymore, pup. We still text every once in a while. Before you ask, the last time we actually talked was at his wedding." He had finished fashioning the strips into a grey and white striped ribbon. Instead of fixing Grim's old bow, he had made a new one.

Yuu quickly downed the rest of their tea before they were handed the new and improved school uniforms. "Ah, thank you, sir."

Divus nodded curtly. "You're welcome, pup. Now run along." He got right back to work mending other clothing articles.

The prefect was about to walk out the door when he called out to them. "Pu- Prefect Yuu?"

They turned around to face him. "Yeah?"

"My door is always open if you need anything." He shot them a small, warm smile.

"Okay, thank you," they said, smiling brightly back at him before leaving.

Unbeknownst to the two, a certain shadow darted out of the room.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Sam was closing up shop when a shadow appeared next to him. It looked lively as it waved its arms around and seemingly danced.

Same glanced at it every now and then, wiping the store's front counter as he "heard" what took place in the alchemy teacher's classroom.

He chuckled afterward. "I knew they'd get along!"

The shadow shook its head in response.

"Look, I know it was bad to lie to the little devil, but hey, it ended up benefitting them. Now they have someone responsible that they can rely on." The shopkeeper bent under his counter and pulled out sewing materials.

"I better go put these back now, huh?"

~~~~~~~~~~~

Thank you for reading! I'm sorry for any OOC behavior and anything I get wrong about the slight mention of VDC. I haven't made it past book 4 yet. This is my second time writing an actual fic for this fandom and my first time actually posting one! On Sunday, I might post a drawing/painting that goes with this fic. I don't have my sketchbook on me right now.

Belongs to @unknown--author

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST ON TUMBLR, AO3, WATTPAD, OR ANY OTHER SITES (yes, I'm this cocky that my work could be stolen)

[bendysinitiation]

(A timeline of events from an outsider’s perspective, based on @bendyredrawn ‘s very own timeline! In this world, JDS’s growth is much like Fleischer Studios, with some things from Disney.)

1919 - Drew-Stein Studios is created by Joey Drew and Henry Stein. They also release their first short, “Little Devil Darlin'“. It stars a misunderstood little imp that tries to keep a job in turning people to sin. It becomes a hit with minority groups, such as immigrants, as escapism from the riots of the time, and conservative whites of New York find it blasphemous.

1920 - “Imp from the Inkwell“ Is released. In this story, the imp, now named Bendy, gets into antics with a live action Henry Stein. The production of short comics also start, introducing an unnamed hellhound into the picture.

1922 - More cartoons and comics are made. Notably, Boris makes his entrance in “Boorish Beasts”. He is Bendy’s acquaintance and foil, being quiet and calculative, but warm-hearted.

1925 - The Bendy film “Tombstone Picnic” makes a breakthrough by becoming the first ever animated “talkie” through vitaphone. The titular character is voiced by none other than Joey himself. Drew-Stein Studios hits the top of the charts for animation in America.

1926 - Another series, Telltale Trio, is introduced into the catalogue. It is not focused on the well-known imp from hell, but instead a trio of ghastly animals haunting a small town. Drew-Stein Studios changes its name to Joey Drew Studios.

1927-1930 - Countless other comics and talkies are released. The idea of angels are also introduced to the Bendy series. JDS grows exponentially in young employees during the start of the Great Depression.

1932-1933 - One year of mostly comics. Rumors go around that JDS is buying out a new studio in the Brooklyn area to house all its new departments. Joey Drew mentions big things are coming, but keeps it a surprise.

1933 - Construction finishes on the new studio and production moves in. Several female singers, musicians, and foley artists are also hired around this time. Alice Angel is introduced: a trigger-happy messenger that’s ended up in Hell. This also marks the year of JDS’s first color film.

1934 - With the addition of the Hays code, JDS holds back on all the violence, and produces less Bendy cartoons. Strangely enough, its reputation and income is barely effected. Alice Angel becomes the darling of the show around this time.

1936 - JDS releases a feature-length on the return of Bendy. It becomes extremely popular. But at the same time an endemic of sickness spreads throughout New York for a few days. There are also reports of some theatres receiving completely corrupted canisters that have whole minutes blacked out, melting, or incomprehensible.

1937- Henry Stein leaves the company because of “creative differences”. The studio’s growth comes to a halt.

1937-1940 - Production slows on more Bendy cartoons, instead focusing on other series again. Employees start protesting for better treatment outside the studio.

1940-1943 - Employees of the studio start to go missing, along with other employees leaving in droves. All report sickness.

1944-1945 - The studio, again, advertises a new breakthrough. A few more cartoons come out, all focusing on Bendy. People near the studio report cold chills and auditory hallucinations for months upon end.

1946 - After a mass plunge into hysteria from people in the near vicinity of JDS for 3 hours, The studio goes completely silent. All people employed go missing. Many investigations are taken out under these disappearances, but all become cold cases. People that go in don’t come out. Eventually, the studio is demolished.

1963 - New animation released. Henry is told by Joey to record the old studio. Game events.

[bleucaesura]

STOLITZØ - FIFTY NINE

Stolas and Asmodeus wandered down the hall to the private waiting room.

“Tea?”

Asmodeus raised an eyebrow. “More of a coffee man myself.”

Stolas nodded.

“I’ll boil the water,” Asmodeus wrapped an arm around Stolas’s shoulders and pulled him in for a squeeze. “And you can grab the mugs and accouterments.”

Stolas smiled sheepishly up at Asmodeus and nodded. Asmodeus laughed heartily, gave Stolas a light noogie and released him.

Stolas stood there looking like a confused cockatiel, and Asmodeus tried very hard to cover his laughter (suddenly remembering the hour of night) when a wiry baphomet nurse shyly came up to address them.

“Your Majesties. I’m sorry to intrude…”

“What is it?” Stolas snapped. He cringed.

Damn. Be nice. She’s just a messenger…

Asmodeus looked at him like “Mmmooookaaaay, girl! You tell HER!”

Stolas shot him a look. Asmodeus snickered.

The nurse rubbed her hands nervously.

“Prince Stolas? Your presence is required in-”

“Yes, yes.” Stolas waved his hand, interrupting the nurse. “I understand.”

He swept past her and headed toward the hospital administrator’s office. He’d spent a lot of time there the last two weeks. He’d also gotten to know the board of directors quite well.

Asmodeus slid up beside him and matched his fast pace.

“What are you doing?” Stolas gave Asmodeus the side-eye. He didn’t slow his pace.

“Giving you some back-up.” Asmodeus grinned at him.. “You may be great with contracts, speed-reading and words. But I’m the Sin with the gift for gab, persuasion and seduction of all kinds.”

Beguiling charm oozed off of Asmodeus’s final words and Stolas felt a warm, euphoric shiver run down his spine. He couldn’t stop his feathers from fluffing.

Asmodeus chuckled. “See? I have my uses.” He waggled his eyebrows.

Stolas blushed.

“Yes. Quite.” He cleared his throat. “Thank you. I appreciate the support.”

The two stepped into an elevator.

Asmodeus clapped him on the back. “That’s the spirit!”

***

“I’m sure you can understand the dilemma we find ourselves in, your Highness.” The hospital’s head administrator folded his hands on the table in front of him.

Stolas and Asmodeus stood across a great table from the six hospital board members and head administrator.

Stolas had begun to liken the group with a collective of hospital mafia Dons. Three sharks, an incubus, an imp hybrid (that reminded him a lot of Striker) and the baphomet head administrator, sat in expensive business suits at the far end of the table. They all gave off an air of menace, ambivalence and power.

That didn’t matter though. Stolas was done being f*cked with.

“Your father has tremendous power.” The administrator continued. “And we wish to remain on his good side. For obvious reasons.”

The other board members nodded in agreement.

“Smug mother-f*ckers,” Asmodeus muttered under his breath. He clenched his fists, his flames growing, ready for a fight.

Without looking over, Stolas touched the back of Asmodeus’s hand lightly, as if to say “I’ve got this.”

Asmodeus looked over at Stolas, surprised.

“I understand all too well the dilemma you are in, Members of the Board. But, respectfully? You have NO legal grounds to refuse treatment.”

Stolas pointedly looked at each member before continuing.

“Cowardice is NOT a legal leg to stand on.” Stolas slammed his fist down onto the table, splintering and breaking off the last eight inches of the table.

The room erupted in shouted threats from the board members.

Asmodeus could feel the power and rage rising off of Stolas.

“Daaaaamn,” he mumbled. “Stolas! Babe! F*ck. Their. Sh*t. UP!” He quietly cheered him on.

The board members snarled and snapped from across the room.

“How DARE you speak to us this way!”

“We can eject any patient we wish at any moment!”

“You may be a Prince, but”

Stolas’s eyes shone a radioactive red, and waves of heat and power licked off his body.

“Yes. My father has great power.” Stolas’s words hung in the air like a cloud of acid. The board members stood still as stone, afraid they might be burned.

“But,” The lights in the room dimmed and flickered and a great monstrous shadow grew on the wall behind Stolas. “You have NO idea the TRUE power I wield.”

The board members huddled together, cowering at the sight of Stolas and his demonic shadow.

“Yes. Well.” Asmodeus cleared his throat. He stepped up next to Stolas, placing a hand lightly on his mid-back so the others couldn’t see.

The small touch grounded Stolas, reigning in his rage. The lights stopped flickering and his demon shadow slid down the wall, shrinking back into his own. But the waves of power still licked off of him, keeping the board members sufficiently frightened.

“If this is a matter of money and losing Goetian favour.” Asmodeus continued, addressing the cowering board members. “You don’t need to worry about that. You have my personal guarantee as the Sin of Lust and an Ars Goetia King, that your hospital will not lose funding or favour in the Goetian courts.”

The board members looked at Asmodeus. Then at Stolas. Then back at Asmodeus.

Stolas reigned in his power and stood tall so as to look down his beak at the board members.

“If my father was truly going to threaten your hospital simply because of who I’ve asked you to care for, he would make the threats in person. Not through middlemen, lawyers, and” Stolas snapped his fingers and a pile of papers on the table went up in flames “Memos.”

“Ye… Yes of course, your Highness.” The head administrator stammered.

“Great!” Asmodeus clapped his hands together loudly, startling the board members and sending them cowering again. “Everything’s settled then! Care will continue for Mr. Blitzø - no expense spared. You all no longer bother Prince Stolas with this frivolousness. And we’re all hunkydory!”

He grinned and looked between Stolas and the board members. “Right?”

The board members nodded emphatically while cowering behind their chairs.

“Fabulous!” He turned heel, threw open the door and walked out of the room. “Let’s go, Stolas! Better places to be!”

Stolas turned to leave. He paused at the door.

“Do NOT waste my time again.”

The lights flickered, a few bulbs burst in their sockets.

Stolas waved a hand over his shoulder as he left the room, slamming the door with a very satisfying and frame splintering ‘bang’.

*****

[mrstinderstauf]

this is not a mistake i'm sending 3 separate ones bc i want to see that many ∞ ∞ ∞

put a "∞" in my ask box and I'll shuffle my music player and give you my favorite lyrics from the song that comes up.

1: Do It All The Time by iDKHOW!

We're taking over the world; a little victim-less crime And when I'm taking your innocence, I'll be corrupting your mind No need to cry I'm only doing anything I want to do because I do it all the time

2: GUY.exe by Superfruit!

I need a man who don't get jealous 'less I want him to A gentleman to take care of me in the bedroom Romantic love, but keep it rough Am I asking too much?

3: SAYONARA HUMAN by Pinocchio-P feat. Hatsune Miku!

'Goodbye' and 'See you tomorrow' Those are great when you're a human being... aren't they? I can't see you ever again, but I remember your words "Even if you get really sick of being a human, don't stop yet, okay?"

[cromwell300]

Fae Folk Scout

Nymphs, Faries, Imps, Pixies, and other species shorter than 2 feet are commonly referred to as Fae Folk. Across the continent of Hericlose, these diminutive sentients thrive.

Nations such as Aegia and Prassia often employ them in their militaries as scouts, saboteurs, and messengers.

A lore blurp from my series the Lone Wolf Chronicles.

#lonewolfchronicles #steampunk #flintlockfantasy #gunpowderfantasy

[it-happened-one-fic]

Hours in the Moonlight: Rose Red Dawn - 1. Right On Time

Summary: The time has finally come for your last evaluation. But you’d come to find that, by now, you had far more questions about the head-vampire and what he might actually want from you than you did about this new clan.

Series Type: Gender-neutral reader/ Vampire AU/ series/ romantic/ angst/ angst with comfort/ fluff/ sfw/ platonic interactions too!

Trigger Warning: Vampire

Word Count: 1822

Hours in the Moonlight Master-List

I looked up at Sam, smiling slightly, and I was surprised to find that he almost looked apologetic as he looked in at me through my window, tipping his hat at me, “Hey, Little Imp. Are you ready?”

I hadn’t even been given a day between clans this time, but I’d already taken the time to swing by the Mostro Lounge this evening and let Azul, Jade, and Floyd know that I wouldn’t be able to help out at the restaurant for a while before I’d hurried back here so that I’d be ready when Sam came.

I would’ve loved to have been able to make it to the Pomfiore clan as well, but there was only so much time in one night.

I smiled slightly as I looked up at Sam. Because I knew better than to blame Sam for the suddenness of my new job. It was hardly his fault that I was having to move on to my final evaluation this quickly, and it hardly seemed wise to shoot the messenger.

“As I’ll ever be,” I lifted one shoulder as I nodded before reaching down and picking up my bag. I tilted my head at the dark-skinned vampire who chuckled lightly at my words before looking at me expectantly as I continued, “I’ll meet you downstairs, Sam.”

 I waved slightly, and he nodded, a short bob of his head as he got ready to leap back down to the ground from my 2nd-story window, “And I’ll see you there.”

I trotted out the door of my apartment, but I took my time actually heading down the stairs and out onto the street.

The Octavinelle trio had been understanding when I’d explained the situation and had simply wished me well. But before I’d left, Azul had stopped me, his gloved hand wrapping around my arm just as I’d started out the door as he’d frowned at me, “I’m not sure, but…. I have heard that the Heartslabyul clan has connections to the person who's been causing the influx of insane vampires.”

I’d known better than to ask about who he knew that or where the information had come from. Azul had gone out of his way to freely give me information that he no doubt had gotten solely for the purpose of selling. So I had only thanked him, hiding exactly how much his information worried me. 

Especially since I only had the Heartslabyul clan left to evaluate and, at least up until now, I hadn’t found anything about what the cause of the increasing numbers of insane vampires might be.

But then, if I remembered correctly, Rook had said something about the Heartslaybul clan having rules against the hunting of mortals.

Which was an odd thought in and of itself since I hadn’t heard about any of the other clans I’d been to having any rules whatsoever. Instead, they just seemed to follow what I assumed were the rules laid out for this district.

Though, to be totally honest, I didn’t know exactly what those rules were other than they weren’t supposed to consume any blood that wasn’t legally obtained.

Sam was propped on the wall beside the door I came out of, and he immediately looked my way with a smile, “So the head-vampire already told you where we’re headed last night, right?”

Last night… That was when Crowley had shown up at my apartment. Everything about that evening, from the way he had behaved to the things he’d said, still had my mind swirling with confusion. But one thing had been clear, and that was the name of the clan I was heading to.

“Heartslabyul, right?” I stepped fully out and onto the street as Sam nodded. Confirming my words before setting off down the street with me.

“Right. They’re a large clan with a lot of rules, but they’re respectful to mortals, so I don’t think you’ll have any trouble with them,” His tone was light, but I could feel his eyes resting on me as we walked along, and I glanced his way with a wary frown.

“What sort of rules?” He grinned at my question, looking oddly amused and causing me to frown at him in confusion.

He grinned, “Right question as always, my Little Imp. From the timing of tea, what sort of food to have with tea, when they can or can’t accept visitors, all the way to how clan members should treat mortals if they encounter one… They have a rule for almost anything you could ever think of.”

I felt my eyebrows rise at his words. The rules might be a little overly comprehensive, but having rules hardly sounded like the worst thing in the world. 

I shrugged lightly, “That doesn’t sound so bad….”

I trailed off as Sam cast me a look that had me frowning as he spoke, “Their clan leader, Riddle Rosehearts, is strict about his rules. Take the rule about when they accept visitors. If we were to show up even one second beyond that time window, we could forget about getting in.”

He paused, shaking his head slightly as he looked back out in front of him, “He’s young to be a clan leader, but he’s already proven himself to be uncompromising. You’ll probably have to follow their rules while evaluating them.”

I nodded, finding myself toying with the strap of my bag as I walked along beside him, “So I play by their rules while I’m there.”

Sam nodded, confirming my words yet again before I glanced away from him.

I could only hope they wouldn’t have any rules that got in the way of my evaluation. But I also needed to consider what was going on with Crowley.

This was the last clan for me to evaluate, and I had no idea what he might want from me after that. I strongly suspected it was going to be something to do with all of the clans, though.

He’d personally gone out of his way to ask me if I’d won over the Octavinelle clan, and Crewel had mentioned that same thing at least twice now when I’d reported the results of an evaluation to him.

In fact, that question always seemed to come up when I finished evaluating a clan, which meant they definitely wanted to know if I had befriended, or at the very least won over, each of the clans.

The only thing was, why would Crowley want me to be winning over the clans?

He was the head-vampire, so he couldn’t be in a situation like the one with Azul, where he’d wanted to use my connections. But then Azul had also suggested that if all the clans were to stand against Crowley, there would be little the birdlike vampire could do.

So was Crowley possibly worried about a revolt? It was true that the clans themselves didn’t seem to have much respect for Crowley, but that hardly meant they were going to attack him. In fact, I highly doubted they would. None of them seemed to really care for the thought of making excess trouble for themselves.

But even if Crowley did want to use me as a protective measure against the clans, that didn’t really make sense either.

If anything, Crowley ought to be wary of me simply because of how he’d forced me to work under him. From pretty much every logical perspective, me having the clans on my side was not good for him.

After all, Crowley and I hadn’t exactly gotten off on the right foot. Though if his behavior last night was anything to go by, he was certainly fond of me now for reasons that remained wholly unknown to me.

“So do you think the Heartslabyul clan is going to be at fault for the insane vampire issue?” Sam’s tone was idly conversational, but it jarred me out of my thoughts.

I had to rapidly backtrack to my conversation with the man beside me before I could manage to answer. But I shook my head slightly, “I don’t know. It doesn’t seem fair to go into this evaluation already suspecting them quite so heavily.”

I’d learned from my experience with the Octavinelle clan that such expectations could make the evaluation process a lot harder. I’d gone into that job convinced they were horrible people, and while they were pretty awful, it wasn’t in the way I’d expected. And I couldn’t deny that I’d grown fond of the three men, even if they were generally terrible people. After all, they weren’t really terrible to me.

But I’d learned quite some time ago that while being wary was a good idea when it came to vampires, all vampires weren’t innately evil.

After all, pretty much all of my friends were vampires at this point, and even if Silver wasn’t a vampire, he was part of a vampire clan.

Sam nodded, humming lightly, “Probably a good idea to be fair about it, but this is the last clan, and you haven’t found anything out about who is causing the insane vampire issue yet.”

And there it was. The utter confidence that the cause was someone rather than something that I seemed to be bumping into over and over again. It was almost like Crowley and his lackeys knew something they weren’t telling me.

I glanced over at Sam, fighting not to let my suspicion show on my face, “If the cause is a single person, couldn’t it be a vampire that isn’t affiliated with a clan?”

Sam’s eyes glowed in the darkness, making him look far more ominous than one might expect for someone who was quite as friendly and charming as him. But it was a reminder of who he worked for. 

I could trust him to a point, but I found myself reminding myself more and more often that he worked under Crowley and that I should be at least a little bit wary of Sam.

“That’s a good point, Little Imp. I recommend you keep it in mind for your evaluation,” His eyes glinted slightly, and I nodded. Wondering if this was some sort of hint from him or something else entirely.

There really was no telling when it came to Sam, and at this point I’d just have to wait and see. After all, that was the whole point of all of these evaluations. To find out what was going on.

Sam came to a stop, and I halted next to him, following his gaze as he turned to look up at a magnificent Tudor-styled manor. 

It was a beautiful house with carefully maintained rose bushes dotted all around. A picture-perfect image, really. 

Sam held up a hand, gesturing to it as he smiled over at me, “Here we are. The headquarters of the Heartslabyul clan and,” He paused and checked a watch on his wrist before nodding, “We’re right on time.”

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[alice-the-demon]

It came to me earlier...

Some time ago I said that Pizzelle, from Sugary Spire, would become an Angel if they were in Hell Tower, but now I'm revaluating the whole thing...

If Sugary Spire, which is basically the Underswap of Pizza Tower, takes the same ideas of Hell Tower AU... Becoming something like "Heavenly Spire".

But instead of a tower built by Demons to destroy Heaven to start the Apocalypse, here the tower spire was built by a bunch of rebel Angels who want to destroy Hell in order to, in their words, eliminate all the bad and sins on humanity.

Pizzelle, a Gluttony Imp, finds out what that bunch of Angels are planning and tries to warn the people in Hell and, of course, nobody believes them, except for Roselle, an Envy Imp and Piz's girlfriend.

So, Pizzelle, Roselle and Marble the domestic Leviathan (basically a dragon-like monster from various Hebrew Bible books) head to the Heavenly Spire to stop those so-called God's messengers.

Yeah, that sounds good enough. What do you think, folks?

[vylad243]

Prompt: Vox is an angel who is one of Heaven's messengers. He is technically a human turned angel, like Adam was and like Adam usually wears a mask--(however his mask is just a regular bank robber's mask with slots where one Blue and one green eye peer out, and it covers his soft black hair.) He is also one of the few angels Lucifer genuinely likes and can come and go from Hell any time he pleases, and One Charlie knows very well. Unfortunately for Vox, over the years visiting and delivering messages for the Morningstars, he's attracted a bit of a stalker in the radio demon. Which leads the overlord to becoming Charlie's sponsor when she opens her hotel in an attempt to actually meet the angel that accompanies his mind, that makes his heart flutter when he sees him in the sky. When Vox comes by to see the hotel and give his thoughts on redemption, Alastor is ready. He's in a brand new suit, a new coat, and he's sharpened his antlers. He also unconsciously attempts to scent the angel--not that Vox minds, he's used to Charlie rubbing up against his wings at times too. It's fine if her friends do it too.

Husker immediately knows what's going on and attempts to warn Angel Dust not to flirt with Charlie's angel uncle, not because he's Charlie's uncle, but because Alastor's in love with him, and Alastor DOESN'T share.

Charlie, being the sweetheart that she is immediately offers Vox a room and he say yes, and gets the room across from Alastor's. He of course changes it to his preferences, so now the final floor of the upstairs only has 2 large rooms, and a warring color scheme of blues and reds.

Alastor of course just gets worse and worse now consciously scenting the angel when he can, and bringing Vix gifts (and paying I.M.P ridiculous amounts of money to get fruits seeds and coco seeds so he can start garden just so he doesn't have to keep paying said Imps for said fruits and treats!)

Vox of course doesn't realize Alastor's attempting to woo him. He thinks they're great friends and that friends obviously have eskimo kisses (scenting) around 5-6 times a day, and they help each other with grooming/preening (Alastor with Vox's wings and feathers by plucking out the broken feathers and massaging oil in them, and Vox by helping getting rid of any stuck velvet.) And obviously friends share beds, cuddling together, Alastor being the big spoon during the night. They're friends. Obviously.

Husker snickers as Vox and Alastor share another eskimo kiss in front of the bar.

Hi! While I greatly appreciate this prompt, sadly I don't really have the motivation to work on this and I don't want to leave it rotting in my inbox while you wonder if anything has happened to it! It's a lovely idea and I hope to he able to write it out one day when I have the motivation to do so!