#half human which would mean human mother and incubus father

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me, remembering ren is likely just a half-incubus tbh

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Arthurian myth: Merlin (2)

A continuation of the loose translation of the "Merlin" article by Yves Vadé for the "Dictionnaire des Mythes Littéraires".

II/ Merlin in the Arthurian literature

As early as 1155, the Normand writer Wace transposed, for Alienor of Aquitaine, the “Historia Regum Britanniae” in French verse, in his “Roman de Brut”. He adds to the work the episode of the creation of the Round Table by Arthur, of whom Merlin will later become the prophet and the agent.

Merlin was barely mentioned by Chrétien de Troyes ; it is with Robert de Boron that he truly became the inspiration of the Grail’s knighthood. His work in verse, that contained at least the three romans known as “Joseph of Arimathea”, “Merlin” and “Perceval”, is partially lost in its original version, and it maybe even was unfinished. However, the prose translation of the “Merlin” was preserved, and seems to be quite faithful to Boron’s poem. The beginning of the roman takes back the motif of Merlin being born of an incubus demon, but it is now placed within a greater theological context: the demons wishes to produce an Antichrist, born of a virgin just like the Christ, in order to counter the Holy Incarnation. A demon managed, after some difficulties, to trick an honest young girl, but she immediately confessed her sin and she had the child baptized. From his father, the devil, Merlin received the knowledge of the entire past; and to counter this gift, God gave him the power to know the future. As such, Merlin is born with an universal knowledge. He uses it in the first months of his life to save his mother, threatened with burning at the stake ; then, at seven years old, he reveals to the usurper Vertigier the existence of the two dragons hidden under the foundations of his tower. He also reveals their meaning: the red dragon (Vertigier) will be killed by the white dragon (the young princes Pendragon and Uter, sons of the king Constant). Uter became king, and Merlin his advisor. He allows him to vanquish the Saxon during the battle of Salisbury, battle where Pendragon loses his life: Merlin had Stonehenge built in his memory, and Uter ruled under the name of Uterpendragon. A new element that would change the Merlin legend forever: it is through the idea and advice of Merlin that Uterpendragon has the Table of the Grail built, the “third table” after the one of Joseph of Arimathea, which itself was a copy of the table of the Last Supper. And, just like within Geoffroy’s work, it is thanks to Merlin that Uter can give birth to Arthur by uniting himself with the duchess Ygerne, that he marries soon after. Merlin raises Arthur in secret then he ensures his crowning and his rule. Merlin will keep assisting Arthur, so that both his kingdom and Christianity could prosper.

Visibly inspired by, if not written by, Robert de Boron, the “Perceval” of the Modène and Didot manuscripts give to Merlin a peaceful end, though an enigmatic one… After guiding Perceval through his quest, he announces the end of the enchantments within the Grail Castle. Once it is done, Merlin builds himself a home in the woods called “esplumeor” (a word with an unknown meaning). There, he escapes from both the flow of time and the sight of men, but he keeps making prophecies about what God asked him to reveal to humanity.

During the first half of the 13th century, two prose cycles formed themselves in France, each continuing Merlin’s story in a different way.

1) In the “Suite-Vulgate”, included within the greater cycle of the “Lancelot-Graal” or “Vulgate” (1215-1230), Merlin is the military advisor and strategist of Arthur in his battles against the barons that refuse his authority, then in his war against the Saxon, and finally in his feud against the emperor of Rome. Through Merlin, Arthur manages to marry Guenièvre, daughter of the king Laodegan, and he becomes the ruler in charge of the Round Table. But more importantly, it is here that Merlin encounters Viviane, the daughter of a lord named Dionas, at the edge of a fountain in the forest of Brocéliande. Wrapped around the tales of battles is a love story, during which Merlin allows Viviane to take away from him his magical knowledge. In order to keep Merlin all for herself, Viviane ends up capturing him within a “prison of air”, from where the prophet, now invisible, can still make his voice heard.

2) In the “Suite-Huth”, part of a cycle that was wrongly attributed to Robert de Boron, Merlin predicts the birth of Mordret, and the disasters caused by Balaain, the knight with two swords. It is Balaain that shall strike the “harmful blow” that will wound the king Pellehan and turn his kingdom in the “Terre Gaste”. Merlin is here much more involved in the adventures of the wandering knights than before. His role as an enchanter is put forward, as he is depicted commanding the wind, making the depiction of a dragon spit fire, open by magic the doors of a city, and preparing an enchanted bed that will remove from those that sleep within it their memory and their senses. The tale ends by the unfortunate love of Merlin and Viviane, which is a repetition of the love between Diana and Faunus. After bewitching Merlin, Viviane throws him into a vault whose stone cannot be removed. In his grave, Merlin screams one last time – and this last cry of the enchanter becomes the subject of an independent tale known as the “Conte du Brait”.

The first mention of Viviane is older than the “Suite-Vulgate”. She appears in the beginning of the “Lancelot” (or “Proper Lancelot”), under the name of Niniène, and she is depicted as a fairy of Bretagne that raised Lancelot in her wealthy domain hidden under a lake. Merlin appears here under a negative light. While his popularity is attested (it is said he was “so dreaded and so honored” by the people of Britany that all called him a “holy prophet” and common folks even called him a “god”), he is said to be “disloyal” and “deceiving” due to the nature of his father, and his knowledge is one of “perverse science”. The lady of the lake refuses his love out of wisdom, and she manages to trap him in “a cave within the dangerous forest of Darnantes”.

As such the character, that Robert de Boron tried to turn into the prophet of Christian knighthood, does not escape the ambiguity due to his composite origins, and which fits his genealogy, half-devil half-virgin. One can also see in his gift of shapeshifting a manifestation of his unstable personality, and of the contradiction of the several traits that compose him. This Proteus-like nature, certainly a remnant of the powers that were once attributed to the druids, allows Merlin to appear sometimes as a young man, sometimes as an old man, other times as a “woods-man/wild man”, and even as a great “branched stag”, as in the story of Grisandole (part of the “Suite-Vulgate”).

Built of successive additions, the tale of Merlin was reproduced, synthetized and translated, partially or entirely, by all the literatures of Europe until the end of the Middle-Ages. Even before 1250, the “Merlin” of Robert had been translated in the provençal language. The character also appears within numerous French verse romans of the 13th century: in “Fergus” (which places his lair in an isolated mountain), within “Le Chevalier aux Deux Epées”, within the “Roman du Hem”, within “Escanor”, within the “Roman de Silence” (where the Grisandole tale is found), and especially within “Claris et Laris”, which explains Merlin’s solitude by a crime he needs to expiate until his death. In the Prose Tristan (after 1240, Merlin takes care of Tristan, whose mother recently died, and gives him to a preceptor (just like he had done for Arthur in Robert de Boron’s text). Identified as a wizard, he builds a magical boat, the “nef de la joie”, for the king of Northomberlande. Outside of the knight-tales, a fairytale in verse of the beginning of the 12th century, “Du villain qui devient riche et puis pauvre”, also known as the “Dit de Merlin-merlot”, confirms the role among the “folk people” of Merlin as an embodiment of the supernatural.

The one that Dante called the “buon incantatore” was very popular in Italy, especially in relation to the work of Joachim of Flore. Among his apocryphal works there is an “Expositio Sibyllae et Merlini”. The tradition of Merlin as a prophet was enriched by a huge book of “Prophecies”, which mixed political predictions, sermons, and fictional stories. It was written in French between 1276 and 1279 by Venetian, probably a Franciscan. In the beginning of the 14th century, the Florentine Paolino Pieri mixed in his “Storia di Merlini” a tale of Merlin’s youth and the Italian translation of a part of the “Prophecies”. In 1480, Venice saw published six volumes of the “Historia di Merlino”, a great part also made of these prophecies supposedly made by Merlin.

In England, the “Merlin” of Robert and the “Suite-Vulgate” were recapped in a verse work known as “Arthour and Merlin” (1250-1300). Henri Lovelich gave an alternate version of this text in his “Merlin” (1430). A translation in Middle-English of the “Merlin-Vulgate” dates from the middle of the 15th century. Finally, sir Thomas Malory split the “Merlin” of Robert throughout the five first books of his “Morte d’Arthur”. This work, written in the prison of Newgate where Malory spent the last twenty years of his life, was printed in 1485 and constantly republished, and it ensured the fame of Arthur and Merlin within English-speaking countries.

In Germany, “Merlin und Seifrid de Ardemont”, by Albrecht von Scharfenberg (13th century) recaps Robert’s Merlin, with very important modifications (for example Pandragon and Uter are now the sons of Merlin). Other translations appeared in Holland. In Spain, the cycle of the pseudo-Robert de Boron was translated in the 14th century by the brother Juan Vivas, while the “Demanda del Sancto Grial” included a “Baladro del sabio Merlin”, derived from the lost “Brait de Merlin”. A Castilian version appeared at Burgos in 1498, and then another was published in Seville in 1535.

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Kai Darcy Van Doren, Lord of Hell

Type: half incubus, half wrath demon Age: varies by verse, generally around 400 years old

Son of Duke James and Duchess Victoria Van Doren, Kai is demon lord of hell who may someday inherit his father's title of duke should he return to his family home in hell. Currently, he is estranged and wanders the human realm, often working a job as a hitman or general troublemaker. Once in a blue moon, he will be summoned as a companion to a witch or other practicer of demonology, but summonings are far less common in the modern world than they used to be.

He inherited his incubus traits from his mother's side, and though sex tastes amazing to him and gives him energy, he doesn't live off of it alone. Since he is part wrath demon from his father's side, he can survive off of either the energy gathered during sex or the suffering and bloodshed of others, which is why he works as a hitman. Usually, he gets his sustenance from a little of both.

Appearance

When in the human world, he will almost always walk around in his human form and he can change his appearance to look as old as 35 or as young as 15. His usual preference is somewhere around 20-25.

His usual demon form looks like the pictures above plus a prehensile tail that shows a lot of what he is feeling (wags, caresses, etc), even if he tries to hide his emotions. He can also grow wings but often finds that he doesn't really need them. Because he is an incubus, he also has a long tongue (see below) for unspeakable deeds.

When greatly aroused or angered, his appearance grows far more monstrous. His golden eyes will start to glow, pupils elongating into vertical slits while his nails grow into claws and his ears become longer and more pointy. His teeth will also become sharper and his horns more pronounced. In this state, he looks a lot like Cain from Dear Door (below) apart from the fact that he has two horns and black hair.

Diet

Since he is half incubus half wrath demon, he’s always on the prowl for bloodshed or sex. With a human sexual partner, they will swear they had the best sex of their life with him. His saliva acts as a mild aphrodisiac and he kisses them a lot to get his partners feeling good and ready. His semen is especially potent and will pretty much send his partner into heat if consumed. It’s sweet and tastes different than a normal human’s cum, making his partner want to go at it for longer periods of time and more intensely.

At the same time, he craves blood and bloodshed, too. Feeding by watching a human suffer at his hand gives him the same amount of energy that sex does, but it’s a different flavor. He enjoys having a “balanced diet” and will switch up how he gets his sustenance almost daily.

Souls

The most coveted thing to a demon, however, is a human’s soul. Not all souls appeal to all demons, but when they find a soul that resonates with them, they will do whatever they can to get their hands on it, and Kai is no different. If he senses someone has a soul that he needs to consume, he will do anything he can to do so, even if it means putting himself at risk.

Exorcisms

Like all demons, he can be sent back to hell by a qualified priest or other religious individual. It takes significant energy to travel up to the human world from hell, so being forcibly shoved back into hell would put any demon in a bad position. In hell, it’s eat or be eaten by most lower demons, and an exorcism would put Kai at a disadvantage because it steals much of his power. Basically, he would have to rely on his family ties to survive an exorcism without being devoured by lower demons, and on most occasions, he would rather die than do that. Relying on his family would play right into his father’s hands.

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Non-Human Blood AUs

I really liked my Royal Dragons AU - where Gerald, Alan, Geoffrey, and Ian are half-dragons from their mother’s side - so I had the idea that the rest of the Hamefura main group could also have non-human blood.

I tried to think of what non-human fantasy creatures would fit each character, based on things like personalities, looks, and abilities. This is what I came up with:

Mary Hunt - Dryad (Forest Nymph) blood from her mother’s side. I chose this because Dryads are commonly depicted as having powers related to plantlife, so it would fit with Mary’s talent for gardening. Mary would have the power to make plants grow faster/healthier or to outright control them. I also have this idea of Mary growing actual flowers in her hair, so her hair accessory would be a real flower in this case. It can also add another layer to why her half-sisters dislike her.

Keith Claes - Incubus (Males Sex Demon) blood from his birth mother’s side (his birth mother was half human, half succubus; I know that it is stereotypical to make a prostitute a succubus but it DOES fit). I chose this because it fits with how Keith has “sex appeal” and with OG Keith’s playboy status. His powers would have manifested once he reached puberty; he would have the ability to subconsciously make other people attracted to him - except those who are in love with another person, people not attracted to men, or someone who is dense to romance. Also, instead of feeding of people’s lifeforce by having sexual intercouse, Keith would get energy/power from people being attracted to him or physical contact from someone her is attracted to (Katarina). Keith would also have a ‘demonic form’ which is him with horns, wings, and a tail.

Nicol and Sophia Ascart - Fairy/Fae blood from both sides of their family, meaning that both Dan and Radea have fairy blood. The reason I chose this is because the Ascarts are too beautiful to be fully human. As for what power they could have, I haven't thought much about it. Fairies have many powers depending on mythology, so I have no idea which to choose. Maybe they can make deals or curse people who anger them; then there is also the whole ‘know your true name to have control over you’ thing. In any case, I can see the Ascarts being very careful to not abuse their powers. While full-blooded fairies happily screw over humans, the Ascarts have human blood and morality, so they would have to control themselves from cursing the people that anger them, especially those who spread rumors about Sophia. I’m also thinking that they can sprout fairy wings and shrink themselves.

Maria Campbell - Divine (Goddess) blood from her father’s side. Maria’s great-grandmother, her father’s grandmother, was a minor goddess who married a human. The reason why I chose this is to play on how Maria was meant to be the “heroine” of Fortune Lover since heroes in mythology are often descended from or blessed by the gods. It also plays on how Light Magic is special and how it is like the Holy Magic present in other fantasy series. In this AU, Light Magic is an indicator of someone possessing divine blood as Light Magic is derived from the Gods’ Divine Magic. The reason why Maria’s father didn’t inherit it was because the powers of that particular goddess can only be passed to female descendants. It adds some cruel irony to Maria’s backstory because her father was not aware of his divine ancestry and that he is the source of Maria’s Light Magic.

Katarina Claes - Royal Demon blood from her mother’s side; the Adeth family are descendants from a Demon Lord. The reason why I chose this is in reference to how Katarina was meant to be the “villainess” of Fortune Lover and because Demon Lords are typically the final bosses in RPGs. Having Demon blood is also the reason why Katarina was able to tame Pochi and naturally wield Dark Magic; in this AU, Dark Magic is derived from Demonic Magic so those descended from demons are born with it. The whole “human-sacrifice-to-obtain-dark-magic thing is basically making a contract with a demon to obtain their magic. Apart from possessing Dark magic, Katarina’s demon blood means that she can tame and command demonic creatures like hell hounds. The fact that her demon ancestor was a Royal Demon means that Katarina is very high-ranked in demon hierarchy. Katarina has a demonic form which is her with horns, wings and a tail.

There are many different possibilities with this AU:

AU where all of them have non-human blood.

AU where only one of them (two in the Stuarts and Ascarts’s case) has non-human blood while the rest are human.

Katarina is the only human while everyone else has non-human blood.

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Hunger - Todoroki S.

Summary: Todoroki Shouto doesn’t want to follow the footsteps of his father. On the brink of starvation, he hears the call of a witch who finds a way to fulfill both of their needs.

Pairing: Incubus!Shouto x Witch!Reader

Rating: E+

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Sm*t, v*ginal fingering, v*ginal s*x, oral s*x, c*nnilingus, choking, some mentions of (consensual) breeding, soft!dom Shouto, some begging ig, some mentions of sugar daddy/baby, Shouto is several centuries old and is of age, oh and some fluff

Notes: This was my very first request I think??? I got it months ago lol so idk if this person if even still following me RIP. But I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope they enjoy it wherever they are <3 I did deviate a little bit but not TOO much.Censored words is so I can show up in the gd tags.

 Dealing with demons had become sort of a pastime for her, the young witch living in the secluded wood out in the countryside. She greatly enjoyed the remoteness, though sometimes it did come to a great disadvantage. Travelers would come, asking for potions or spell-work, something to help them with their troubles in life. As a grey witch (one who practiced both white and black magic), she tended to be able to help just about anyone with anything. Of course there were a few lines she wouldn’t cross such as raising the dead or directly causing death. She did have some morals after all, albeit somewhat controversial ones.

 Whenever she needed an item that she simply had no access to, then she would call upon demons to aid her in her work. The first couple times she had been a little reluctant and she would be lying if she didn’t say she had a few close calls, but ultimately demons could be bartered with just as humans could. The lower leveled ones were rarely smart enough to outwit her or ask for something she just couldn’t give. So far, dealings were good and they only became better when she met him.

 On the fourth or fifth time she called out for help, this time she needed a rare desert root for a drying spell, she followed the same procedure as always. She lit her candles, drew a summoning sigil on the floor, and chanted the words that would bring her the closest demonic being that felt the urge to heed her call. She specifically did it in a way that powerful demons would not be attracted. In fact, she would much prefer to keep them away for they were much smarter and more conniving, and ultimately not worth the risk. This time though...this time someone with a little more juice than what she normally found herself bargaining with appeared before her.

 Todoroki Shouto was an incubus with the most prestigious lineage of any sex demon that resided in hell. His father was known by all demonic beings. He was number one in his class, The closest to king that anyone of them could truly be. He had also fathered more children than any other demon, enjoying ruining human women to the point that they could no longer be satisfied by mortal men. Shouto found it distasteful. The way Enji wold flux his hormones so that any woman within a few hundred feet would simply beg for him to fuck her, to breed her, to make her his. He had more half-siblings than he could count in addition to the three full-blooded ones. His mother had also been a high class demon with a pedigree, though her whereabouts were currently unknown.

 He was minding his own business, taking a nice walk through the woods in the mortal realm when he heard the call. There was a tugging sensation on his chest and a melodic voice ringing in his ears. It was not a call for someone like him. Someone capable of such true  power. Yet, something drew him in. Something about that voice had his interest piqued. He couldn’t resist answering her quickly, less some other demon came to her first.

 He appeared before her, hair split down the middle perfectly. One half red like his father’s, the other white as his mother’s. One dark grey eye and another a brilliant blue, his white button-down shirt loose fitting with a few top buttons undone to show off his chest. If he wanted to lure in the opposite sex then he could with ease, but Todorki Shouto had a secret. One that made him much less powerful than he could be.

 The witch was taken aback by the demon in front of her. He was certainly the most handsome she had ever seen, most lower level ones were not very pleasing to look at. It made them easier to deal with. Her curious eyes blinked as if to make sure he was really there. Immediately she could sense that something was off about him. Something wasn’t quite right, however she could not pinpoint what it was.

 Shouto regretted answering the call immediately. The witch he had been summoned by was possibly the most beautiful creature he’d ever set eyes on. She was pure beauty and grace, more stunning than anyone residing in hell or earth. In fact, part of him wondered if maybe she was an angel. However the various bottles of herbs and assorted animal parts quickly led him to believe that she was not divine. She was simply mortal and in need of help.

 “Oh an incubus.” She said, still looking very bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. “What a surprise. I’m not sure if you can help me or not. You’re a little out of my league.” The last part seemed like a joke but Shouto wasn’t entirely sure.

 “Why did you call for me here?” He asked calmly, his face perfectly blank though his eyes were fixated on her.

 “I’m in need of something for a spell.” She said honestly, “Sometimes I call upon demons to help me gather items I cannot easily get.”

 “Is that not dangerous?” He asked, starting to look more intrigued than anything. “Do you not worry about your safety?”

 The witch let out a nervous laugh, “Well, lower levels ones aren’t much of a problem for me. You’re a bit more than I’m used to. I’m surprised you even heard it honestly.”

 Shouto knew immediately why he heard it. Because as it stood, his power level was that of some lower tier demon. He had only fed twice since coming of age. His hunger was almost maddening. It had been eating away at him for decades. But he would not be his father. He would not be a glutton for sex and breeding. He refused to follow in his very heavy footsteps.

 “I was simply within range.” He said, though she knew that him happening to be close by to her didn’t really mean much. The spell was designed to not be heard by anyone over a certain power level. Could an incubus really be below that? “What do you need?”

 “A root.” She replied, flipping through one of the many of her family’s grimoires. She found the page that had a drawn picture, name, and general description. “This one.”

 “You’re doing a drying spell.” He said out loud by mistake. He knew because he had had this particular spell cast on him many times throughout the years, though recently it seemed to be working less and less. It was to dry up sexual desire. It was one of the few things that helped him get by so long without feeding. Without it he would have been driven insane by lust many decades ago.

 The witch cocked her head at him curiously, “yes, I am. For a client. She’s tired of having children but her husband just won’t stay off of her. She’s hoping it’ll get him to stop.” She paused for a moment, “Can you get it?”

 “Yes.” he replied dumbly, as if it were totally obvious.

 “What is your price?” She asked then, realizing he didn’t catch the implied question.

 Shouto thought for a moment, it was about time to recast the spell judging by the lecherous thoughts that were starting to cross his mind. “Can you perform another one?”

 She looked perplexed for a moment before it dawned on her why he heard her incantation. He was starved. And he must have been for some time too. “I can but I think I can do something else for you that will be much more beneficial.”

 “And what is that?” Shouto asked, wondering if perhaps there was another spell or potion out there that was more powerful and thus would be more effective.

 “Just have sex with me.”

 That was how it started. Any time the young witch needed something, she’d do a more specific summoning spell, one that only Shouto could hear. And every time he’d come, no matter what he was doing, to aid her. She would often jokingly call him her demonic sugar daddy because he provided everything for her for the low low price of coitus.

 The first couple times had been a little awkward. Shouto’s abilities were almost dormant. He fumbled his way about her body which was quite embarrassing for a sex demon. However after a few practice rounds the two truly began to find what got the other off the most. And in half a dozen sessions Shouto was feeling power, but with power came hunger.

 When he appeared before her hearth one night, without an invitation, the woman nearly threw an old vase full of nightshade at him in terror. She only put it down when she realized it wasn’t just any random intruder, but her newfound lover. She hadn’t needed anything in quite some time now. Hadn’t called on him because business had been rather slow and the jobs she did get, she didn’t need anything from him. Perhaps it was a little cruel of her to not call on him regardless, but she honestly did not know how much his appetite had grown. How it began to consume him until all he could think about was her, naked and writhing beneath him as he pounded into her. He craved her and only her. It was not something that ever really happened to Incubi. After all they could have anyone they wanted. But he didn’t want anyone else. He only had eyes for her.

 “Shouto.” She breathed out, heart still racing as she set down the clay vase. “I wasn’t expecting you, did you need something?”

 His eyes were fiery as he stepped towards her and she could smell the faint scent of hell on him. She wondered if maybe he had another argument with his father. He had told her a little about his family life during post-sex cuddles. It wasn’t much but she knew he hated the demon that sired him. He always seemed to be wound extra tight after coming straight from hell, and that was usually the reason.

 “Go bend your ass over the bed.” He said, further unbuttoned the flowy shirt he typical wore. Her eyes grew wide, embarrassment heating her face as she took a small step away from him. It wasn’t really out of fear, just a simple reflex. He never really got demanding of her like this, maybe something was wrong.

 But the warmth pooling between her legs told her that despite the interruption, despite having not planned this whatsoever, hearing him order her to get into the bedroom had her flooding with desire, and he could smell it.

 Shouto didn’t really have to use his pheromones to seduce her. He was naturally attractive and had a body that looked as if it had been sculpted out of marble. No, he never used them before but he was definitely using them now and they had her weak in the knees as she trembled. She walked on shaky legs into her bedroom, keeping her thighs pressed together as she walked in an attempt to hide the wetness that was accumulating in her panties. It was pointless though. He could always tell.

 He left his shirt in the living room and kicked off his boots on his way to the bedroom. He lost his pants at the entryway, watching as she leaned over the side of the bed and resting on her forearms. Her eyes large and doe-like at the rush of adrenaline. Sex with with a sex demon was always an unforgettable experience. It was easy to see how people went mad over it. The way he made her feel, the orgasms he gave her, none of it compared to any other lover she had ever had. Perhaps that was one reason why she had been so willing to listen to him just now. She knew he’d make her feel good, and who didn’t like to feel good?

 Shouto padded over, dropping to his knees behind her as he pushed her skirt up over her ass so that the fabric could bunch at her waist. His nimble fingers hooked around the elastic of her panties and he slid them down with an odd amount of carefulness. He practically buried his nose into her sex, inhaling that sweet scent of arousal that had him feeling absolutely feral. His tongue came to prod at her clit, causing a small whimpering sound to come from her.

 He dragged his tongue over every inch of her pussy, savoring it fully until she was a quivering mess with shaking knees that threatened to make her fall down. “Let me breed you.” He said between kitten licks. “You can have anything in return.”

 They had been using protection until then. Sex demons were incredibly fertile and typically had no trouble creating offspring. But at the time when this started, Shouto didn’t want to sow his wild oats like his father had. This witch had him wanting to throw all of that to the wind. He just didn’t care. That drive to fuck without any sort of barrier was maddening.

 Anything from a demon was a very big price tag, and Shouto had never tried to deceive her. He had never been anything other than honest. And despite all her teachers to never trust a demon, she found herself trusting him. Every time their bodies intertwined she fell more and more in love, no matter how much she had tried to resist. She had thought some distance would have helped ease her feelings, but apparently it had been hard on both of them.

 “Y-yes,” She gasped out as he latched onto her clit to suck, “Ple-please, Shouto, fill me with your cum.” She was gripping the old quilt on her bed tightly to try and keep herself grounded, but the way he was eating her out, two lithe fingers now dipping into her dripping core made it impossible to even think straight. All she could think about was her simple need to have him inside of her.

 He didn’t stop working his fingers or tongue until she hit her first peak, moaning out for him in a way that had him nearly cumming prematurely. The strain in his underwear was painful now as he throbbed with need. After one long lick along her slit he stood up, grabbing onto the globes of her ass for pretend support.

 “Tell me what you want me to do, Little Witch.” He said as he pulled down his briefs and kicked them away as if they were the most offensive thing in the world to him. “You’re shaking like you want to say something. So say it.”

 “I need you,” She said, somehow sounding out of breath despite not having done anything besides orgasm. “Shouto, I need you so much.” He wrapped one hand around his cock, pumping in slowly as he watched her continue to tremble. “Please fuck me!”

 The amount of lust he was feeling for this one mortal woman was dizzying. No one had ever told him that one person could have this kind of effect on a demon. Neither his father nor his two older brothers. Was it that far fetched to think that something was happening to him that had never happened to them before? They all had a primal drive for sex but never towards one specific person. Shouto found that he desired no one else in any of the realms. He only wanted her.

 He pushed it without any hesitation, feeling her tense suddenly at his thickness stretching her out. He watched with fascination as he disappeared inside of her cunt, the warm, wet feeling enveloping him like summer rain. “Fuck,” He couldn’t stop himself from cursing and just how amazing it felt to be inside her. It was like taking that first breath of fresh air after being held underwater for an extended period of time. It was so damn freeing.

 The witch relaxed against the mattress, her eyes closed to focus on that beautiful feeling of him completing her with his cock. Shouto took hold of her hips to keep her upright and steady as he pulled out slowly before bottoming out all over again, her slick making for the best lubricant as he moved with ease.

 It started slow. Shouto wanted to revel in the heat. He wanted to drink in the feeling of her walls clamping down around him. The sound of her tiny whimpers when he pushed all the way in after pulling out. But this was much too slow for her, she couldn’t handle such a torturous rhythm. Shouto had eternity but his little mortal did not. Her time was limited and the thought of that made his heart suddenly ache.

 “F-Faster,” She dared to mumble to him, sometimes he’d punish her if she begged too much. If she didn’t let him enjoy himself properly. Today was not one of those days though. Today Shouto wanted to hear her cry for his cock.

 So he obliged, increasing his pace as his fingers dug into the flesh of her hips. His witch began to moan even louder as he hit that sweet spot again and again, making her dizzy with ecstasy. She never lasted long when it came to sex with Shouto, something he took great pride in. He loved nothing more than to give her multiple orgasms.

 But this view just wasn’t doing it for him. He pulled out abruptly, making her cry at the sudden emptiness. He flipped her over onto her back, ripping at her blouse so that it was torn wide open for him. Then he tugged down her bra to free her breasts before reinserting himself into her. He watched her face contort with pleasure, the glossy look in her eyes as he began to pound into her at a relentless pace. The hypnotizing way her tits bounced with every thrust, they were just so perfectly in sync with one another. It was the definition of beauty.

 Shouto brought a thumb to her clit, lightly pressing on it in a way that had her clamping down on him even more. It was as if she was trying to suck him in deeper, never wanting to be without him again. He grunted at this sensation, eyes burning with lust as her mouth made that perfect “o” formation with her eyes rolling back as her second orgasm overcame her.

 He never talked much during sex, choosing to be a silent observer. Every now and then he’d give a command or order, but that was about it. He had never been much one for dirty talk like his father or eldest brother. The witch was fine with this. He made it hard enough for her to think without adding the pressure of comprehending something as complex as language.

 Just when she thought he might be coming to his end, he increased his pace even more. She whined, still feeling incredibly sensitive from the first two orgasms. At least he had the decency to take his thumb from her aching clit. Instead he reached up and wrapped his hand around her bare throat, squeezing just enough to lessen the flow of oxygen and blood to her brain.

 She gasped for air, her moans less audible now as air came out in strangled puffs. He would loosen just enough to give her a small break before tightening back up again. She grabbed at his wrist, and he waited for her sign that it was too much. A double tap anywhere on his body with her pointer and middle finger, or their safe word if she could manage it was all he needed to tell him that he’d gone too far. But neither came and so he continued to abuse her pussy with a pace so fast no human could possibly keep up, and only when she was screaming his name a third time did he finally release himself.

 Shouto came inside her for the very first time. Normally he pulled out even with a condom on. He really wanted to take no risk. This time, this time he had to claim her as his somehow. If any other demon were to come to her then then they’d smell him all over her. They’d think twice before crossing a Todoroki, that was just how well known his family was.

 He removed his hand from her neck, before leaning down to kiss it softly. His nose nuzzled the underside of her jaw in a way that might have appeared to be loving if either of them knew what that word really meant. Her heavy breathing slowly calmed down, delicate fingers squeezing his biceps with care. A simple sign to tell him that she was alright and that he did good. She had found that sometimes he needed encouragement. Sometimes he wasn’t as confident as he pretended to be. But small reassurances were really all he needed to bounce back to normal.

 “Can you stay the night?” She mumbled. Any time she asked, any time she was feeling particularly weak for him, he would turn her down. Saying he had other things to do. Saying it just wouldn’t be proper. Making any excuse he could.

 This time Shouto did not move from on top of her. His mound clouded with the afterglow of such an intense orgasm. He knew then that he’d do anything for her. Anything at all. And because of that realization he hummed back a simple affirmative. He’d stay as long as she would have him.

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Inkubus x Vampire!Fem!Reader || Oneshot

Title: Always There

Notes:

I think outta all Englund's characters on this blog, I like writing for Inkubus the most. Which is criminal seeing as I write for him the least. I need to change that haha.

Plot: You meet up with a very old friend of yours and you spend some time catching up. And he's so clearly in love with you, its unbelievable and torturous to him that no matter what he does, you don't notice.

Warnings: A very unreliable narrator (In terms of particular other peoples clear feelings for her), BLOOD, DRINKING BLOOD, DRAINING SOMEONE OF BLOOD (But in a sort of polite way? Hah), MENTIONS OF AN ABUSIVE EX PARTNER, vampires and incubus'.

The smell of iron and petrichor fills your nostrils, disgusting and refreshing and also, just... relieving... in equal measure filling you up as you kneel by the victim - the man you'd chosen, - for tonight; A needle and tube attached to a blood bag between your fingers and digging into the poor mans neck.

You hate doing this, knowing this guy will be weak and sick feeling for the next day - maybe two depending on how much you take from him, - without understanding why. But, its for sure better then the alternative- which is just digging in right here and now with your teeth. That's messy, and the marks you leave behind aren't easy to explain away as 'animal attacks' anymore.

You need the blood, but you aren't a savage, jeez. You always catch any new vampire movies or shows together with your daughter and watch those actors with blood all over their chins, and think... How old are these vamps supposed to be?? 300 hundred years old!?

And they don't know how to eat without getting it all over their face?

Pfft! Rolling your eyes, you gently shake your head at the memories of bloody Edward Cullen and Lestat and Damon Salvetore swimming around in your head as watch the man's breathing. To be fair, you love them all - Twilight, Interview with a Vampire, The Vampire Diaries, Nosferatu, Vampires Vs the Bronx, etc, - but that's just because its more fiction then truth- and that's coming from an honest to goodness bloodsucker.

Finally deciding you've taken enough without truly hurting the man, you put pressure on his neck and pull out the needle, carefully wipe away any mess with a cotton ball from your bag and put a band aid on him.

"Now," You talk firmly, softly, as you look into his eyes - which are dull, almost sleeping. A nice touch to the docile state you put your victims, in so they can at least not feel any pain or fear while you're collecting your feed, - , hands on his shoulders. "You're not going to remember this, or me. You're going to get a taxi home," You tuck some money in his shirt pocket, a thank you for his service; Its the least you could do. "Then get into bed and have a wonderful sleep with lots of lovely dreams. Thank you so much."

After you watch the man get up, still in a bit of daze but shaking it off - and not even noticing your presence, crouched down by where he's standing, - and leave the alleyway, you carefully pack away the blood bag and the tube and needle (In a separate plastic bag, for you to clean and sanitise when you get home) in your satchel and finally get back up, wrapping the strap over your head and resting it on your shoulder.

Brushing a hand through your hair, you turn to leave the alleyway and go home- when a familiar voice speaks up from the very back of the alley- and immediately your hopes rise.

"You look even more beautiful every time I see you."

You smile, peering into the darkness. "Oh, that's very sweet... but you and I both know I look like trash. I haven't eaten for a week!" When he just chuckles back, you tilt your head and waive him over. "Come out here so I can see you!; When did you get into town?"

Gracefully - more so then even you can manage, being a goddamn vampire, - Inkubus slips out of the darkness and you're happy to see he looks well. Its been forever since you say him last - 40 years? 70? - and you always have it in the back of your head for some reason that next time you see your friend, it'll be the last time. So its always lovely when he turns up and looks just as healthy as he always does.

"Oh I just got here; Thought I would come see you immediately. Otherwise you might nag at me." This time you chuckle, rolling your eyes. His eyes flicker to your satchel. "Collecting our dinner our we?"

"Yep! Smells like A Negative, my favourite. When was the last time you ate?"

"Ohh, a couple weeks ago. I'm due for my next fill soon, though... any suggestions?"

"No," Scrunch up your nose, you put a lot of emphasis on your response; See, you don't subscribe to the notion that monsters like the two of you have to act all blasé and cocky about the terrible things they must do. Apart from these night time trips to find breathers to bleed, you live a... mostly... normal life! So no- you definitely don't know anyone he can make his next victim.

And Inkubus knows this, which is why he laughs and you roll your eyes again at him, fixing the satchel on your shoulder. "So- " Again his eyes flicker to your bag, this time with meaning. A cheeky grin flits across his lips. "Want to get a drink?"

Smiling, you turn on your heel, you loop your arm through his and lead the way. "So have you been?"

___TIME SKIP___

4 hours later and the two of you are still stewing at a 24-Hour-Diner you frequent - seeing as you don't really sleep that much, - and are onto your 9th drinks at this point. You two may not see each other too often since the 1400's and went your separate ways in the world, but you never go longer then a hundred years - preferably 80 maximum, - without seeing each other and when you do- you have a lot to say. Filling each other in on what you've missed in each others lives is always a... disorientating experience, at times, but you must do it. You couldn't survive in a world where you didn't know what was happening in your best friends life. That would just be too lonely.

See, Inkubus is the only one you know - still, to this day, - who knew you when you were human, aside from the man referred to very nearly exclusively as 'Dick for brains' - being your daughters father, - and while having human friends who can make you feel normal again, is wonderful... so is feeling normal, in what you actually are currently. And that's not human. That's thousands and thousands of years old and a mystery to scientists. And, seeing as he's a literal demon... that's a very easy service for him to provide.

A waitress walks by to pick up you empty glasses and looks oddly at your personal tumbler. You clearly weren't meant to notice, but you do of course, and unassumingly shrug. "Bloody Mary... don't tell." You give her a conspiratorial wink, and she chuckles, walking off.

When you look back to Inkubus, he looks ready to make a joke so you give him a timid shrug. "Well, there is vodka and Tobasco sauce in it!... " He smirks, but lets it go- seeing as your words were funny enough.

"And how is Bethany? Has she seen her father lately...?" Your eyebrows arch, hearing Inkubus ask about him; Dick for Brains, Beth's father and the bane of your long, long existence. Obviously, seeing as the bastard impregnated you with his literal spawn of hell causing you to die during childbirth at age 26 so he could then turn you into a vampire, made you raise your daughter alone- and then returned 20 years later just to turn Beth into a vampire as well and claim that you can all be a 'proper family now'... you aren't a huge fan of the guy. And talking about him you don't do often, as it causes a horrible clenching feeling in your stomach and heart. Luckily, Inkubus is one of the few people who is allowed to make you feel that way. Him, and Beth.

You sigh, taking a slow sip of your drink through the matching metal straw and metal tumbler set Beth got your last mothers day (So as to hide the fact that its blood inside), you wonder what to say... "Beth's great, as always... she's fallen in love with a human, though. That can only end brilliantly." Shaking your head, you look to Inkubus to see his reaction and catch him rolling his eyes, smirking. Yep. "Um, and... yes. There has been contact with Dick for Brains... He recently, like... 20 years ago? turned up at her place in Egypt, and wouldn't leave till I had to fly down there and shoo him away." You grit your teeth. There is so much wrong with that man- you do honestly with you had never met him sometimes. That's horrible, you know, as if you hadn't met him you wouldn't have had Beth and she's the light of your life, but... at times like that instance? When he troubles her?

Its hard to not wish his existence away.

"Do you want me to speak with him?... Again... ?" Your gaze returns to Inkubus again, feeling at ease the moment your minds back in the diner with him and not in your head with Dick for Brains; Eyes softening. The idea is tempting, unbelievably tempting... And it would keep your friend around awhile longer. "That always seems to win you a couple hundred years of reprieve."

Taking a deep, needless breath - an anxious habit, - you set down your tumbler and shake your head. "No, that's okay... thank you for the offer, though. He seems to be giving up, slowly, finally. But damn, its taken him long enough to get the hint, huh?"

"Far too long." Inkubus' voice is bitter and dark, talking about your ex- and his eyes are reading much different. You know if you let him, he would kill Derek... but you cant do that. If anyone's going to kill him, it would be you or Beth, and neither of you are there yet. Inkubus takes a deep breath, relaxing again like a chameleon changing its colours. "Anyway, love; Onto prettier business. How did that thing go, that you had with that Djinn half a century ago. You seemed quite optimistic about that one."

A fluttering of laughter immediately comes out of you and Inkubus' truly cheers up at the sight of it, and you just look at him and shake your head; An awkward toothless smile on your lips. Ha! No.

His brows arch, laughter in his eyes. "Didn't end well?"

"That ended up being the shortest affair I've ever had and that's saying something." Brushing hair back from your face, you chew on your bottom lip. "You'd think after nearly 10 centuries, I'd learn... Oh- wait- make that 10 and nearly a half, centuries... Boy, am I clueless."

"Clueless about what, love?" You're just breathing in to respond, when a cheeky look crosses Inkubus' familiar face. "I mean, you are quiet clueless- about plenty of things. But specifically, this time."

You scrunch up your nose at him in response, grinning, before once again chewing on your bottom lip. "... I'm just not the woman that gets proposed to." You shrug, as if its no big deal; Even though your heart bleeds saying it out loud for the first time, to someone that matters and not just your ex-therapist, Julie. Setting your drink on the table in front of you, you idlily twist it. "Obsessed over and stalked, yes." You grin, a tinge of sadness to it. "Fucked, yes. Dated even, yes. But married?... Ha, no... "

His eyebrows climb up his forehead even more, before he softly smiles and pats your hand. "I asked you to marry me, all those years ago, sweetheart. Remember?" He reminds you gently, and you cant help giving a soft smile back at your well-meaning friend.

"Oh, yes of course I do. That was very sweet, but... I mean for love, you know? Not because I'm pregnant and alone."

Inkubus sighs, slightly frustrated, and leans back in his seat. "Mhmmm... " Rubbing a finger under his nose, he quickly clears his throat. Then he reaches his hand further up your arm to lay it on your forearm, running his thumb comfortingly across your skin. "Love, I'm sure that you'll find someone. Perhaps multiple someone's. Or, maybe, you don't need to find anyone new."

A little smile twitches at your lips as you pick up his hands and hold it on the table in both of yours. "... Maybe." For a split millisecond, your friend smiles. Sighing wistfully, you shrug. "Maybe I can learn to be happy alone. I mean, I like my life. I like my daughter, I like my job, I like my patterns... Maybe I don't need a man." Immediately his smile disappears and he rolls his eyes.

"You definitely don't need a man." He sighs, frowning. "But one can be good for a few things, no?"

"Hey." You set him with a stern look. "I thought we were making me feel better, about not having one?"

"Oh, you're right. I rescind my comment."

"You better." A cheeky grin crosses your face.

He looks back at it, the cheeky grin of yours, and the smile returns to his face.

~

The sun is warming up when you're on your way home, Inkubus beside you with his arms folded carefully behind his his back and your hands stuffed in your leather jacket pockets; One arm linked affectionately through his. You're an odd sight, you're sure, to any early morning commuters. You, and your barely-out-of-college looking self walking so close - and so domestically. A fact that is lost on you but not on the smug demon walking beside you, - to a man that currently looks to be in his 60's-70's age-wise.

Not that either of you care.

"Well, this is my place! Whatdaya think?" You ask, letting him go in order to unlock the door or the townhouse apartment and push open the door. He walks on in past you, looking around and you watch a soft smile grace his handsome features. "You like it?"

"Much better then the hole in the wall you thought was a good idea to show me in Transylvania- took everything in me not to sweep you away somewhere safer... with fewer mould spores... " He turns to look at you over his shoulder, a mischievous smirk on his mouth as you scrunch up your nose at him, before smiling.

"Well then, Mr Judgmental... I guess you don't want to know, that I chose this wallpaper cuz of you."

That definitely catches his attention, more then anything else you've said. He turns around in a full 360, assessing the wallpaper before looking curiously at you. "You... you chose this wallpaper because of... me? How so?"

You shrug, still leaning back against the open front door- sunlight filtering through the doorway. "The colour is very you. Its got 'Inkubus' vibes. You know," Raising your brows at him, you smirk. "Eccentric, full of itself." At that cheeky remark, he says 'Ha ha', sarcastically. "And, I guess, I missed you. Sooo... yeah... wallpaper."

"Hm... " Looking really far too pleased about this, looking a lot more engrossed by the home then before- but mostly the wallpaper. "This place is looking better, suddenly... "

"Like I said- Full of itself." You roll your eyes, laughing. Then you push off the door, push it closed with your foot and then go to pass by Inkubus to hit the livingroom. "Oh! The book! The one we were talking about at the diner- I'll find it for you! Come on- "

"Y/N." A hand curls gently around your arm, at the perfect moment so that you don't get yanked back with the force of your travelling and instead you just coat to a careful halt at Inkubus' side.

Blinking up at him curiously, wondering what he needed you for so suddenly, you tilt your head to the side. "Yes?"

For a good moment, he just looks at you whilst you become worried. What is happening? Every second that passes by, more and more ridiculous ideas cross your mind.

Finally, the man tilts his head slightly in sincerity.

"Sweetheart, are you ever going to see how ridiculously in love with you I am?"

And... for all of the disastrous and ridiculous possibilities that came to mind when he was saying nothing, you had a response. To this, you just stand their dumbly, your shoulders dropping and just looking at him in total shock. "... wel- uh- um... a few more hundred years?" You feel like a ton of bricks has just been dropped on top of you. "Maybe?" You squeak. You actually squeak.

And of course, you squeaked. You'd be surprised if you had managed to keep your composure after a confession like that. Here's this beautiful man, who against all foreseeable odds understands you, and cares about your kid, and whom you love... and somehow he's telling you that he loves you? That, for some reason, he wants you?

Is there something wrong with him?

There must be. Something terribly, horrible, irreversibly offensive that you aren't already aware of.

But you rack your brain and theirs nothing. Nothing, at all, that you can figure that would make you turn away from him right now.

He smiles a little bit at your awkward reaction, and lets go of your wrist in favour of tucking some hair back behind your ear. "Do you quite mind if I kiss you now?"

Your breath hitches, it actually hitches, like a tiny shy anime girl who's giant crush just got down on his knees in front of her for whatever reason, and you have to fight to pull yourself together; Rolling your shoulders back, hands on your hips. Totally, and translucently fake confident. "Um- you know? I don't?"

God, you are a centuries old vampire; Your vernacular should be yards better then this.

And then kisses you.

Oh god- And then he kisses you.

Because you're suddenly struck hard in the face with a million words and phrases, from current to boomer-speak to old fashioned to forgotten, to describe it but mostly you're just wondering why in the world you hadn't been doing this the whole damn time. Your hands find the sides of his coat in order to steady yourself, and pull him closer as you carefully tilt your head into the kiss. It comes so naturally, the kissing does. Between you and him. Its like, despite the bounds of your relationship never having reached this level before, you know exactly how to kiss each other. There's no awkwardness or searching. You just fit.

When finally, you slowly end the kiss, you fail to open your eyes for a good moment, before cracking them open slightly, half lidded and flickering up to his eyes.

And you take a deep, unnecessary breath and step away, torturously out of Inkubus' personal space. "... holy shit." You have so many questions... None of which touch on how exactly you're feeling because you get that much, at least.

But you cant help but wonder why- and for how long this has been brewing and how long exactly that you missed it- and how the hell this is going to work-

He follows you, thank god, a roguish yet soft look on his face. "Maybe we should take this to the livingroom, love. I promise, I can explain everything to you."

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Owl’s Character Development Tag Game

Pick a character from your wip, tell us the role they play in your story (hero, villain etc.), and give a brief visual description. Then answer the questions below!

I’m taking @emdop up on their invitation to participate.   So here goes.  I have the urge to do Xavier. I haven’t loved on him specifically in awhile and that means he’s not getting nearly enough attention.

Xavier Alexander Maxwell.  His closest friends call him Xave.  He is one of the main protagonists of Betwixt.  The magic boy set to save the universe.  Maybe. Is it Fate?...   or is it Destiny?   Either way it’s a fucking nightmare and he doesn’t want any part of it.   Faeries are freakin scary man.   It really doesn’t help anything when he finally learns he IS one.  Well,  half of one.  And a faerie that’s been trapped for it’s entire existence is not a friendly thing and Xave’s faerie half is no exception.   

appearance:   About 5′6,   very pearly pale shimmery skin,  people think he wears shimmer powder.  Well,  he does,  but that’s not why his skin looks like that.  He usually wears very feminine makeup.  He’s actually quite annoyed that youtubers have been getting famous with HIS looks lately.  Xavier’s character was created August 5th 2013 and he predates all that and he’d like the world to know he came first.   Yes, i’ve been carrying this character around with me all this time, and I’ve only grown more attached to him. I’m not changing him even though he’s not as unique as he once was.  His look is HIM.  Black hair in a bit of a pompadour,  heavy eye makeup depending on his mood,  perfectly applied lipstick,  and a sweet mischievous smile.   He wears a lot of black, leather, pastel grunge goth.   He’s in love with Doc Marten’s boots,  and his signature look is black denim short shorts over black patterned tights.   Fashion, makeup and clothes are really important to him.  His most striking feature are his green eyes from his faerie construct father that change tonality and saturation when his moods change. 

Tell us, in one sentence, what your character’s ultimate goal is.

Xavier just wants to be loved.  True pure love, without conditions,  without expectations or a high price.  Someone that isn’t shocked at his past, that doesn’t recoil from his needs.  

The Fae have other plans.  They don’t give a shit about his love life.

The Zaccarda family also have other plans,  though they’re more than happy to use his emotions and desperate need for love in a manipulative game against him.

what actor would could you envision playing your character in a movie?

I don’t know about actor,  but I happened to run into pics of 2010 Bill Kaulitz from the band Tokio Hotel and just about screamed.   Then I got obsessed watching interviews he did in German from that same year,  and the personality and mannerisms are so similar to what I’ve envisioned in my head,  even not being able to understand a word he was saying.  Though Xavier is quite a bit shorter than Bill.

What is their theme song?

Boys Don’t Cry  by The Cure.

Which character trope do they fit the best?

hmmm,  I’m not sure if I can answer this.  I’m sure he has a trope that I’m just not thinking of. But nothing comes to mind.

Are they physically fit? What sport would they play?

I’d say so,  he’s very lean.  Sex is cardio and strength training right?

What is their spirit animal?

Cute baby animals.

How about their Hogwarts house?

Hufflepuff all the way baby.  

What is their greatest character flaw? How does it affect their journey?

His fear of rejection. He can’t hang around to see how things play out. He just cuts and runs before anything can resolve.   The tiniest indication that things aren’t going well,  and he just takes off.   Literally,  just running down the street.

The disconnect between his two halves.   His faerie half and his human half want and need very different things.  This causes an incredible amount of conflict.

What scene with them are you looking forward to writing the most?

lol none.  They’re all awful.  So Much Angst     And I haven’t planned very far ahead as far as specific scenes yet, so I don’t have anything in mind.

Have they undergone any emotional trauma? How does it affect them/their choices?

There is so much trauma there it is difficult to unpack.   He’s been abandoned or neglected by everyone he’s ever cared about. The faeries that lost him,   his human mother who was too mentally and emotionally unstable to raise him and ended up walking off into the woods, never to be seen again when he was 5.  His adopted human father that was disgusted by everything he was.  The betrayal of his first love.   The even worse betrayal of the man that he thought loved him.  He was groomed as part of a child trafficking ring from ages 13 to 16.  And then unceremoniously dumped back on the street when he was deemed too old.  He’s seen it all.   Since then there has been a steady trail of failed boyfriends and disaster encounters.  

There is a bitter angry side to him,  but the side of himself he most often shows to the world is sweet, demure, adorable and full of smiles and laughter.  Jaded sarcasm never did him any favors, so his survival instincts went in the opposite direction. This betrays him sometimes, and his dark nihilistic moods can strike out of nowhere and be near impossible to combat.

Do they use magic? What type is it and why is this the magic you chose for them?

Xavier has limited but powerful magical ability related to the kind of Fae he was created from.  This amounts to a mishmash of nymph/siren/incubus type abilities pertaining specifically to persuasion, attraction, arousal, and sex.   The effects of these abilities are limited.   They won’t work on just anyone,  there has to be some level of attraction there in the first place.  He can’t make someone that hates him want to be with him,  unless it’s some kind of love/hate thing. Basically he can only amplify what is already there. 

At this point he is very much unaware that he has these abilities,  though they’ve been there since he hit puberty.

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I don’t have many people I can tag,  I don’t know many other writeblrs,  but I tag @angrymagicgirlmarsette      and anyone else that has a character they’d like to spill about please feel free to consider yourself tagged!

[ayeshayeshbby]

So I’ve seen a few people do this, and @80s-magic tagged me to participate, so here is my Hogwarts Mystery MC: Ayesha Peridot, currently a fourth year and already a legendary Slytherin if I do say so myself.

Bold the ones that apply to your muse

Italicize the ones that are applicable

Eyes: blue | green | brown | hazel | gray | gray-blue | black | other

Hair: blond | sandy | brown | black | auburn | ginger | grey / white | multi-color

Body Type: skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | average | muscular | pudgy | overweight

Skin: pale | light | fair | freckled | tan | olive | medium | dark | discolored | other

Gender: male | female | trans | cis | agender | demigender | genderfluid | other | doesn’t like labels

Ayesha Peridot is a halfblood witch of South Asian descent. Her skin is brown and discoloured in some areas from exposure and reactions from eczema; she would not consider herself to be either light-skinned or dark-skinned but somewhere in between. Her eyes are a dark brown - so dark that when she was a child, she believed them to be black - which she received from her mother. Additionally, she inherited her mother’s very curly, almost-too-hard-to-control black hair which she likes to wear in several different styles, though usually half-up-half-down. Ayesha is a short girl, coming up to almost 5ft. She doesn’t think much of her body, recognizing only that she is small, rather slender, and seems to have broader shoulders than some of her family members.

Sexuality: heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other | unsure | doesn’t like labels

Romantic Orientation: homoromantic  | heteroromantic | biromantic | panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic | unsure | doesn’t like labels

Raised following the Islamic faith, exploring sexuality and romantic interest has been difficult for Ayesha. She has always seemed to be more worried than others about possibly liking girls and may have a teeny crush on her close friend Penny Haywood, but she claims to only really like boys and uses her realized crush on Andre Egwu as evidence for this. She’s only ever divulged her fears and questioning to the Weasley brothers, both of whom she is extremely close to.

Species: human | undead | shapeshifter | demon | angel | witch | ghost | incubus/succubus | werewolf | alien | mutant | android | other

Education: high school | college | university | master’s degree | PhD | other

Ayesha attends Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry where she is currently a fourth year, sorted into house Slytherin. In addition to being a halfblood witch, she is also a Seer and a born Legilimens. In her third year, she endured the process of becoming an Animagus and can now transform into a Bengal cat.

I’ve Been: in love | hurt | ill | mentally / physically abused  | bullied | tortured | brainwashed | shot | other

Positive Traits: affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming | confident | creative | cunning | determined | forgiving | generous | honest | humorous | intelligent | loyal | modest | patient | selfless | polite | down-to-earth | diligent | romantic | moral | fun-loving | charismatic | calm

Negative Traits: aggressive | bossy | cynical | envious | shy | fearful | greedy | gullible | jealous | impatient | impulsive | cocky | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | paranoid | possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | selfish | swears | unstable | clumsy | rebellious | emotional | vengeful | anxious | self-sabotaging | moody | peevish | angry | pessimistic | slacker | thin skinned | overly dramatic | argumentative | other

Ayesha can be boiled into two parts personality wise: she can be either extremely expressive and warm and bubbly, or she is stuck in a whirlpool of self doubt and insecurity. When she is in the former state, she can come off as quite a charmer and proves to be a wonderful friend; in the latter state, she can be quiet or temperamental, sometimes acting rebellious or recklessly to try and prove that she need to be taken seriously. It is hard for her to find a balance between the two, and at fourteen, she hasn’t grasped how to adequately handle these more negative qualities.

Living Situation: lives alone | lives with parent(s) / guardian | lives with significant other | lives with a friend | drifter | homeless | lives with children | other

Parents/Guardian: mother | father | adoptive | aunt | uncle | foster | grandmother | grandfather | other

Sibling(s): sister(s) | brother(s) | none | other

Ayesha splits her time living at Hogwarts, where she schools, and at home with her mother and father, Sreya and Ariq (often mispronounced at Erik). At Hogwarts, she shares a room with fellow fourth year Slytherins: Rowan Khanna, Merula Snyde, Liz Tuttle, and Ismelda Murk. She has no idea which of her two homes she prefers, though it is a lot more lonely at home considering how much older her siblings were to her growing up and how they are no longer living at home. Her eldest sister, Samia (currently 26), is currently working in public relations for a business focused on beneficial potions usage and creations. She is also planning for her upcoming wedding with fiance Kiran Khatri. Her older sister, Fariyah (currently 21), stays busy with her work within the Department of International Magical Cooperation while balancing dating and living on her own. She is rather close to both, often being cared for by them and being able to visit them when she’s out on holiday. Ayesha also has an older brother, Jakob (24, if alive), who she has never known too much about. When she was still a baby, he had already gone off to school at Hogwarts and he later disappeared entirely from her life when she was six. Everyone has always seen similarities in the two of them which she finds confusing since she had never had the chance to truly bond with the boy. She doesn’t know if she wants Jakob to be truly missing, hiding safely somewhere, or dead.

Relationship: single | crushing | dating | engaged | married | separated | it’s complicated | verse dependent I other

In her fourth year, Ayesha has opened herself up excitedly to the idea of possibly dating someone. It’s something she’s once discussed with Andre Egwu when they had first met, and it’s something she and Rowan Khanna sometimes dream about during late night talks in their room. When the Celestial Ball took place, many students at Hogwarts were worried over what to wear and who to take, and eventually it came down to Andre and Ayesha going to the ball together, both styled by the young Ravenclaw himself. Neither child knows what exactly going to the dance means for them, but after that night, they are much more considerate in how they interact and crushing very heavily on the other.

I have a(n): developmental disorder | learning disorder | personality disorder | mental disorder | anxiety disorder | sleep disorder | eating disorder | behavioral disorder | substance-related disorder | PTSD | mental disability | physical disability | other

Things I’ve done before: had alcohol | smoked | stolen | done drugs | self-harmed | starved | had sex | has a threesome | had a one-night stand | gotten into a fist fight | gone to hospital | gone to jail | used a fake ID | played hooky | gone to a rave | killed someone | had someone tried to kill them

Ayesha has some history with depression and anxiety, though she only realized the presence of the two in her life at around age nine or ten. Acknowledging the possibility of the two at around eleven, it was much harder for Ayesha to start successfully at Hogwarts. Not only was she separated from her childhood home for months at a time, but she was also now in a place full of people constantly distrusting her and underestimating her and, worse, comparing her to her older brother who they had all painted as ‘evil’ and ‘mad’. Whenever she felt like she wasn’t quite enough or overwhelmed by outside pressure, she would unfortunately end up hurting herself in some way to clear that frustration or simply to punish herself for feeling so badly.

[vessalis]

                          INUYASHA VERSE :|: INCUBUS VERSE

                                            Jakku  [ ジャック ]  HALF - BREED  SNAKE DEMON

 GENERAL PERSONALITY / INFO

FULL NAME: Jakku AGE: Hitting around 350+ however looks to be only 25. BIRTH DATE: January 19 GENDER: Male RELIGION: N/A SPOKEN LANGUAGE: English,  Japanese. OCCUPATION: Prostitute

 APPEARANCE

                         As a half breed, Jakku holds a heavy resemble more towards a human than most yokai. However, once his mother had commented he looked a lot like his father. So it’s fair to say he gets his blonde hair  &&  facial features from his father. While Jakku’s natural eye color had been jade green at birth, due to his genetics, at times his eyes would turn into that of a golden color && is the prime reason why Jakku had worn a mask throughout the majority of his childhood. With long wild blonde hair, Jakku styles it different every so often, most times it can be seen up in a pony tail of sorts with bangs falling over his face. He has been called more beautiful than handsome more than once. SOme of his demonic features are that of pointed ears, fangs, claws, and markings under his eyes.                         Once entering a full yokai form,  Jakku’s hair changes from blonde to midnight black. His ears growing longer along with his fangs && claws. He is seen sporting curved horns on both side of his head.

                        As for clothing, Jakku tends to keep a more traditional yukata that has two layers. It’s most common to see him in the colors of green and white. however, he tends to wear a bit of red on occasion. Most of his clothing reveals his chest && tends to be easy to remove.

 ABILITIES

                        As a Snake Yokai, Jakku possess three different types of poison. Paralysis, deadly, && a sleeping type. The poison can be created from his lips or using his fangs. Along with this, it’s noted that he can be incredibility fast && flexibility. With being a half breed, he is able to have better senses than that of a human, however it pales in comparison towards a full yokai. When reverting towards a full yokai form, Jakku does have the ability to shift into that of a large snake, however has never done this before so knows nothing of it. [ more to add later ]

 BIO

                       Conceived from a Snake Yōkai && a common human woman. Jakku is one of few half breeds shunned by the edo era. At a very young age, Jakku was shunned by the village in which his mother had resided; with hurling insults && abuse thrown at the young child, there was little that could be done about his short lived childhood. ——— perhaps the only thing within his childhood that had made it bearable had been his mother, whom ( unlike many verse ) had taken care of her son in a caring manner. Surprising for a woman left with a child from someone that had tricked her. While she wasn’t abusive in nature, there was of course dozens of times where she would snap for a second, due to the resemblance of Jakku && his Yokai father. Afterwards it always seemed to involve crying, and Jakku’s mother cradling him to her chest, always apologizing && finding it difficult to try and maintain a place within the village due to her son. It was around the age of five had the village gone on a rampage due to a recent Yokai attack && had proceeded to blame the child. Resulting in massive beating which would have resulted in his death should it had not been for his mother using her body to shield her son for him to flee from the destruction. Losing her life in the process && leaving her child off to defend himself.

                         For the next two years Jakku would be trying to live off his surroundings. Stealing from travelers && bandits while trying to avoid other yokai himself. At the age of seven, donning a mask to hide his eyes, Jakku had began to offer services towards villages he would enter. Should it be fetching things for others, or other things. Growing up with this lifestyle, Jakku had become well aware of how life worked. Or how it seemed to work, he never made a relationship with another. Never had anyone to teach him or to tell him any different from good to bad. He did what he had to survive. And at the age of eleven he began to sell his body for prohibit. Using charm && beautiful looks in order to seduce plenty of others. Needless to say he manages to easily sway yokai lords or human lords. He makes a life out of this for a large portion of his life. With growing up like this, Jakku no longer knows what the meaning of “love” is anymore, much less what true affection was like. He knew what he was, && due to this he must do dirty things in order to survive in a terribly racial world. 

[fangirlamethyst]

Heavenly Demon - 1

I was bored at 3 o’clock in the morning and got this idea of a human with an incubus father going to demon high school. I’m obsessed with the idea of soulmates and imprinting and all that jazz so worked that in as well. 

Tags: Gay fiction, Demon, Incubus, Soulmates, High school romance

Average. Boring. Nerd. Nobody.

All great things to call a Human In a demon high school.

I’m Paul, and I’m the human child of the most powerful incubus to ever live.

Growing up is hard, period. Growing up with an almighty demon as your father is insane. But growing up in the Demon world, being a human, while growing up is close to impossible.

So how can this be you ask? Well, my father, “got bored” as he would put it and decided to go to the human world for fun. 10 months later, Fun turned into my mother going crazing and trying to sacrifice me in order to “repent her sins”. Dad couldn't have that so here I am.

Demon School isn't that bad… I mean, I could be dead. But let’s face it, death would be the only thing worse than this. It is (in its most literal form) hell. There are other love children here who, like me, took on the human gene’s and not the demon ones. And we're all outsiders for the most part.

That’s the funny thing about human-demon breeding. There’s no such thing as “half-bloods” or “mixed kids”. You’re on or the other. But more than not, the kids come out human and live normal human lives, in the normal human world. All but a select few.

All the humans stick together. All 4 of us. There’s me, and my friends, Lucas, Lily, and Lively… the triples. All with different personalities, but none that attracts me. I say we’re friends but even at lunch when we all sit together, I might as well sit only. We just don’t click.

Lucas is sporty, which makes him the most accepted out of us. He’s on the basketball and soccer team so all the jocks know him. Lily is… interesting. She does what she wants when she wants, and what she wants is usually odd. Lastly, Lively is the complete opposite of her name and most like me. Quiet, passive, and anxious. The difference between us is she’s more emo while I'm more nerd.

Today was just another boring day. A day where I get shoved into lockers, kicked, and get posted notes snuck onto my back that asks for said kicks. Lunch is no better as I eat my overcooked hot dog and watch a variety of red-skinned, horned, teenagers mingle with each other.

Looking up, I see Brock, captain of the Basketball team walking towards us. I know better than to look at him or to pay attention to his conversations. He would say something across the lines “Your ears aren’t worthy to hear my words.” and of course, Lucas would say nothing.

Looking back down and toning his and Lucas’ conversation out, I choose to focus on my hot dog.

What are in these things anyway? Actual dog?! No… That can’t be.

Silence is greeting me when I tone things back in; pure silence. As in no one in the cafe is talking, or moving for that matter. I see everyone's eyes are focused on the main entrance to the cafe and when I follow their line of sight, I see him.

Every demon has red skin (they’re not all the same shade of red, but still red), and Black or brown horns. Everything else is up to what type of demon your parents are. Most demons aren’t pure-blooded anymore since demon (unlike humans and demons) can mix. So no one looks like a specific type of demon no more. (besides my father. He’s one of the last “pure” ones. That's what gives him power)

But all these rules are thrown out the window when it comes to one type of demon; Heavenly Demons. Demons like Satan. Demons that once were once angels but turned on god and are now live among the soulless. They’re extremely rare, extremely beautiful, and extremely desired. They can give an incubus a run for their money.

When an angel becomes a Heavenly demon, they’re stripped of skin pigment, making them white (not as in Caucasian but white as in the color of paper), and horns, blood red in colour, grow from their foreheads. Short one’s at least, but still red nonetheless.

The kid that just walked into the cafe is one of them. Pure White skin, blood red horns, and the blackest hair I have ever seen. Dressed in all black (shirt, leather jacket, perfectly worn jeans, and boots, all black) It makes his skin look like it was glowing.

He’s huge. Probably around 6’4 with a clearly well-toned body. Not too much, just perfect.

Feeling my skin tingle at the thought of his muscular arms holding me, a start to panic.

Great! The last thing I need right now is to be gay!

He slowly turned and I swear to Satan, he managed to make eye contact with everyone in the room… like he was looking for someone. Then, his eyes locked to mine and I froze.

The rarest kind of Heavenly Demons are ones that were born from two other Heavenly Demons. Since God doesn’t have too many people leaving paradise, and they only mate with each other because of their high social status, reproducing through birth basically never happens. But… when it does happen, the baby is born with red eye’s to match their horns.

As red eyes stared back into mine, I felt my knees weaken. Wait. How are my knees giving out? Wait! WHEN DID I STAND UP?!

My forehead burned as chills repeatedly ran over my body. I felt like I was on fire. Something wet was falling down my face but I could focus on anything but him.

He was walking towards me, the sound of his boots echoing through my head. A smile slowly made it’s was on his lips as he got closer.

As soon as he reached me, I dropped to my knees, feeling like my soul was reaching out of my body and touching his. With one hand, he cupped the side of my face and contact felt like a punch to the chest. With a gasp from both of us, tears started running down our faces from the intensity of everything. Everything felt like it was turned to eleven. My senses on overload. It was an awakening.

I would die for this man. He would die for me. He is all that matters now. I give my all to him.

I heard one voice and it was Lucas’

“DID THE NEW KID JUST TURN PAUL INTO AN INCUBUS?!”

With a reply from Brock of all people

“I think they just… Paired!”

Part 2

[haywarde37]

Wayfarer

Author’s Note Thank you, @wheres-mulder for betaing and thank you @markwatneyandensemble for being you and fueling my happy headcanons.

It’s Bureau policy that cases must be four hundred miles away to warrant the cost of an airplane ticket. Anything less, it’s just you, your grumpy partner, a rented Ford Taurus and the long stretch of the interstate.

After their tangle with the possessed Charlie Holvey, Scully agrees to share a hotel room with Mulder. He approached her with the idea after he spoke to the Călușari. He isn’t a religious man but their ominous warning spooked him enough for Scully to take pity on him.

They sleep on separate twin beds, comforted by each other’s breathing. It’s surprisingly nonsexual but still domestic and intimate. Mulder can almost pretend they were just a normal couple on vacation.

Scully sets the digital alarm clock on the nightstand that separates their beds. She keeps her pajamas hidden under an ankle-length bathrobe because there’s still secrets between them.

“Do we sleep in since we don’t have a flight to catch?”

Mulder shakes his head as he watches Scully struggle to keep her gaze from drifting to his bare chest. Normally, he sleeps naked but tonight he has the decency to keep his boxers on and Scully seems appreciate that in more ways than one.

“No. I want out of this town.”

Scully hums and sets the alarm for seven thirty. “The hotel serves breakfast at eight. We’ll grab some coffee then hit the road.”

“Thank you.” Mulder has a half a mind to kiss her but their boundaries on kissing are murky at best. It’s been two weeks since the peck at Bethesda with no lip lock since. He tried kissing her goodnight on the Fiji Mermaid case in Gibsonton, Florida but she shoved him away and he fell on his ass in front of a snorting Mr. Nutt.

Mulder pulls back the covers of his neatly made bed. “Tuck me in?”

“In your dreams, Mulder.”

“Trust me, you have.”

Scully grins at him then turns off the lights. In the dark, he hears her robe fall to the floor and the rustle of sheets as she climbs into her bed.

Mulder closes his eyes and tries to not think about children like Charlie and Samantha and the evils that plague them.

They’re the first ones at breakfast but the pickings are still slim. There’s just a pot of coffee, a rack of bagels, various fruits, and cups of yogurt in a metal bowl filled with ice.

Mulder fills a cracked mug with coffee as Scully roots through the yogurt. “Would it kill them to have eggs or something? I know Europeans eat like this but a red blooded American needs protein.”

“You could stand to eat less cholesterol, Mulder.” She hands him a cup of plain yogurt and a tiny plastic spoon. “Here. Protein.”

“If I have to eat the healthy crap, at least let me have a fun flavor like strawberry or something.”

She chooses an apple for herself then sits at the nearest table. “Quit complaining and eat the fucking yogurt.”

He takes the seat across from her. “Bully.”

“Infantile gadfly,” she fires back.

“I don’t know what that means and I went to Oxford.”

“You wasted all that money when you could have gotten a better education at a public university like I did.”

The sound of biting into an apple shouldn’t be a turn on but somehow, Scully makes it sexy. The way her tongue pokes out to taste the waxy skin before her teeth sink into the apple’s flesh makes Mulder wonder what it’d be like to have his cock in that cute mouth of hers.

He wouldn’t last a hot minute.

Mulder tries to will his dick back into its flaccid state as he stirs his yogurt. Guests are appearing in the breakfast hall—now is not the time to be sporting a semi.

“We should probably check out soon. It’s almost a six hour drive back to DC.” Another seductive bite. She has to know this is turning him on. “You have a date I don’t know about?”

“No date. Just, uh, need to feed my fish.”

“Ripely, Bowman, and Flynn?” She knows the names of his fish. Not even the Gunmen remember their names.

“Yeah. They’re a needy bunch.” Scully smiles. “They take after you then.”

“Scully, are you hitting on me?”

She shrugs and takes a sip of his coffee. “You flirt all the time, Mulder. I don’t see why I can’t.”

“You most certainly can but,” he hooks a finger through the handle of the mug, pulling it away from her face, “you’ll need more than lip service to steal my coffee.”

She looks up at Mulder from underneath her eyelashes and pouts. “Please?”

He lets go of the mug. The succubus and incubus envy that pout. “Fine but only because I don’t want to spend a six hour drive with you uncaffinated.”

When they finish eating, Scully offers to throw away the trash.

“Got a date I don’t know about?” He teases as he hands her his empty yogurt cup which she tosses in the trash can with the core of her Granny Smith.

“In a way,” she says. Mulder raises an eyebrow in mock-Scully seriousness.

“Not a romantic date,” she clarifies. “I’m just having dinner with Melissa and her new girlfriend.”

Mulder follows her to the front desk. The smiley receptionist takes their keys and wishes them a safe trip home.

“She’s serious about this one then.” Melissa has a worse track record than he does. Most of her girlfriends only last the night and sometimes, they cost fifty dollars.

Scully nods. “Very. She even invited Bill and Tara.”

Mulder whistles and holds the door open for Scully. Chilly morning air greets them. “Do you need moral support? I could draw Bill’s fire, be his scapegoat.”

“I appreciate the offer but it won’t be necessary. Bill declined.”

Anger burns beneath Mulder’s skin, scorching and furious. He’s had his fair share of ignorant family members from his father who spat in college boyfriend’s to his mother who told him bisexuality wasn’t real.

Scully takes his hand, her touch soothing him like a balm. “It’s okay. I have a feeling Bill will change his mind if their girl really is the one. Above all else, he wants Melissa happy.” She stops and looks out at the mess of the hotel’s parking lot. “Now where the hell did we park the car?”

The drive back to D.C. is uneventful. They’re cut off at least a half a dozen times on the I-68 but that’s normal human behavior so Mulder welcomes it. He may be a hunter of the paranormal and an adrenaline junky but even he enjoys the occasional boring, abduction-free car ride.

Since the car’s a rental, Mulder drops Scully off at the Bureau parkade. She opens the passenger door but lingers in her seat a moment. He’s about to ask if something’s wrong when she kisses him.

“Wish me luck,” she whispers against his lips.

“Good luck?” It comes out more like a question and Scully laughs, warm and breathy.

“Thank you.” And with that, she steps out of the car, leaving only a ghost of her perfume to keep Mulder company.

Bonus points to anyone who recognizes the names of Mulder's fish.

[overlycaffeinatedwarmage]

RtS 60, 61, Conclusion

This is it!  The end.  Thanks for taking this journey with me everyone!  I really enjoyed it and learned a lot about this giant, dense, and incredible book.  I kept a doc of the full analysis and it’s 39 pages.  That’s more than I’ve ever written on any one subject.  I mean, I’ve written some academic papers in my day, but this was so much more fun and never felt like work, even when I did some side research for it (that was always eye opening too).

Anyway, I hope these were helpful or enjoyable to others.  I think I’m going back and starting from the top to see how everyone has changed from day one.

Thanks for taking the journey with me!

Chapter 60

“The person I wanted more than anyone else, that I’d searched for, loved for, God, so long.” How can anyone say Cassie wants anyone else? It seems pretty clear to me.

 I'm glad both versions of Pritkin are present here, so he is aware and remembers. We get the best of both parts of him.  Oh, the poor incubus part of his soul.  In my mind it looks like the shriveled souls in “A Little Mermaid.” Now we know what the runes he drew are for, how sad. To keep him from feeding as fully, slow him down.

 Finally, FINALLY we get penis in vagina sex between these two! It was everything I ever dreamed and more.  I’m so glad Cassie was there to help him through the process. She's an ideal partner for him, half goddess, she has tons of power available and is hard to hurt.  She cares about him not his father or mother, or what he can do for her.  She wants him for him.  No one is a better match for him.  They even have some of the same hang-ups, matching neuroses, if you will.  I think they will help each other heal.  This scene, right here, will help Pritkin go a long way to healing his wounds caused by his wife, I think.

 And they finally get to complete the demon sex cycle they started in HtM. I think the connection will be over after this. Until they reopen it. And they damn well better!

 Can this power heal Cassie? Will they get abilities from each other? I want Cassie to get his healing and him to hear ghosts, even temporarily.  God, that would be so funny!  Billy Joe would annoy the ever-loving shit out of him and that would be about the best think ever.

  And Cassie-Pritkin babies??????  I want them!  Just not quite yet.  I know there’s a theory going ‘round about this (more about that in chapter 61) but seeing as demons and fey are rather unfertile, and I’d imagine gods are probably not very fertile either, you’d think that these two would have a relatively tough time conceiving a child?  Hopefully? (My theory is the longer lived you are, the less fertile your species is to offset overpopulation.)

 They lost, and now they can win, just like Roger said. Cassie uses the power she and Pritkin created to open the Badlands.  The ghosts and Apollo come out to attack Ares. Caedmon calls his staff and uses it to attack Ares and Apollo. He'd been fighting them in the Badlands still? Three beams of elemental energy hit Ares, all the fey royalty did survive and are battling the gods.

Nimue and Caedmon’s weapons are destroyed. We know Caedmon lives (he shows up in the Dory books) but I’m not sure about Nimue.  Aeslinn dies sometime between now and present day. It could be here.  Fey timelines run so strange that it’s hard to say.  Arthur used Excalibur to push Ares power back at him, that does it.  Ares is dead.

 Chapter 61

Back to Dantes, present day, undetermined amount of time has passed from Cassie’s POV.  

 Cassie wakes up to a little girl crawling into bed with her. The girl said that Cassie needed her. Popular theory around Tumblr is that this is Cassie and Pritkin's daughter. I dunno. She is curly haired, but color of hair or eyes aren't mentioned.  Cassie thinks she's 2 or 3. I have trouble buying this theory because of both Cassie’s and Pritkin’s parenting and abandonment issues.  Neither of them had good parents and I can’t seeing either of them letting anyone else raise their child unless they are both dead.  Cassie leaving her daughter in the past with the court is essentially doing the Agnes route and I just can’t see that.  I guess we’ll find out.  It would be an interesting solution to a big problem.

 We finally find out what “upstairs” means.  Cassie has been putting off dealing with her disappeared court this whole time because she had enough on her plate and she trusted Tami to have dealt with it. And boy did Tami ever.  Tami took over Consul's suite, or Cassie's old suite. It's changed. There’s a star pattern on the floor, Cassie finally has her reward from the star card. It was just as hard as the card said. Hopefully the reward will be just as great.

 The gods are following Cassie around. Wonder which one Consul has as a statue, there are 3 Cassie could recognize. Solarium, I'd guess Apollo. Mural in the master, I bet it's of the Consul, or snakes, or both.

 “You aren’t a vamp possession, to be locked away in a safe until they call. You’re an independent agent and you have a job to do. And everybody is just going to have to learn to accept that.” Yep! Go Tami! Everyone needs to remember that. Circle too, just change it to circle possession and there you go.

 Cassie finally goes to visit Pritkin.  We find out where Pritkin's body has been. On earth with Caleb then with Rian. She's trustworthy enough to protect him I guess.  She couldn’t deal with seeing his soulless body until now.  Rian, Billy, Hilde, and Abigail are in his room when she arrives.  Hilde says someone ratted Cassie out to Jonas because he came around asking what was up with Pritkin and where Cassie and the acolytes went. I wonder who that was?  I kinda think Cassie did it to herself at Tony's but who knows. I like Hilde, I think she's going to be an interesting addition to the court.

 The Pythias took Pritkin's memories but said that he would get them back once he woke up in this time.  

 Rian: “We were warned it might take a while to get his voice back,” warned by who? Probably Adra, that means he's been by to see Pritkin too. Probably since the curse was lifted. Could he be the one who told Mircea?

 “He smiled. And I swear, it was the evilest thing I’ve ever seen.” Hahaha hahaha haha, he remembers everything!! No running now Cassie! Oh, I cannot wait!! He must have been listening to them talk before he had the strength or mental ability to make himself move and talk.

 Poor sick Billy. Does he not know that he picked up Rosier? Maybe he thinks it didn't work?

He doesn't say anything to Cassie so maybe he thinks he tried and failed to catch his spirit.  Either way leave it to him and Rosier to ruin this scene.  Pritkin is probably cursing his father mentally.  I would be. I was in fact!

 Conclusion

Rian telling Rosier off, my hero, I can just hear her mocking him in a little voice.  Too bad we can’t get a novella of this.  I would read the shit out of that.  That would be great fan fic fodder.  

 Never caught that, Rian calls him Casanova then Carlos back to back. I don’t think she’s ever called him Casanova before.  Is that a hint? She’s taking him out to lunch. Is she talking about human food or "lunch" maybe she's helping Rosier get some power back here?  How is she picking up Casanova at all?  She has trouble enough walking and sitting in her own body.  She certainly can’t drive yet.

 And the threat delivered. You motherfucker. Rian calls Mircea “Lord Mircea” here.  Is that another hint?  Is it her? I think it’s either her or Cassie. Maybe both? I don’t know if Mircea has had time to get to Vegas to talk to Rian.  But I don’t know how much time has passed from when Cassie left him and when she returned from Wales this last time.  I really don’t think he knew before this book or he’d have used the knowledge sooner.  I think he found out over the course of this book.  Plus, KC said it’s on the page here.  Ugh, I hate that I’m not smart enough to figure this out for sure.  I just really wanted to be the person to figure this out dammit!!!!!!!

 Now we wait.

[iris-writes-things]

The Demon and the Exorcists chapter 2: He Called Me Incubus

Read on AO3, Fictionpress or under the cut!

Barclay moves back in with his mentor after an attack from a handsome exorcist. Terrified, regretful and hurt, it will take him a while to get back on his feet, but Walter will be there for him every step of the way. Or, rather, almost every step of the way.

Chapter 2/? Ongoing 1214 words Supernatural/drama

“Walt? Hey, it’s me... Listen, would you mind if I moved back in with you for a while? I don’t... I don’t really feel safe here anymore.”

***

Barclay hissed in pain as an antiseptic cream was spread over the hand shaped burn mark on his neck.

“Would you sit still for once?! I’m trying to help you here.” Walter, Barclay’s mentor and the closest thing he had to a father, growled.

“Are you sure? It fucking stings!"

“Good, that means it’s working.” Walter tried not to smirk as he wrapped Barclay’s neck with gauze. He really shouldn’t be this amused by Barclay’s whining and squirming, but it had been decades since he had allowed Walter to take care of him. The young man had always been so desperate to grow up and be independent since his human friends aged so much faster than him. Taking care of him again made Walter realize just how much he missed the time they had spent together when Barclay was just a little boy.

“You must be loving this. For years you’ve been telling me to quit sleeping around and it’s finally come back to bite me in the ass!” Barclay snapped, lashing out at Walter while he was really only angry with himself. The older man didn’t mind it much, though. The lump in the boy’s throat meant he was feeling much more than he was trying to let on. Getting angry wouldn’t get the two of them anywhere. He only frowned as he looked back up at his surrogate son.

“I just want you to be safe. Please.”

Barclay couldn’t look away from the man. It was very rare he was able to read Walter, but now his eyes were overflowing with worry and desperation, it immediately extinguished any anger he felt anymore. He quietly embraced the man. He felt small every time he managed to get a hug from him; like he was five years old again, and Walter had scared his bullies away. Walter was never one for physical displays of affection, but Barclay knew Walter cared about him and that he really did love him.

Walter returned the embrace nonetheless, stroking Barclay’s hair and hushing his sobs as he had many decades before.

“It’s okay, Barclay… I’m not angry with you. Sometimes people just aren’t what they seem to be.” Walter whispered in an attempt to console the young man.

“That’s not it...” Barclay croaked as another sob wracked his body. “I hypnotized him… I broke your rule...”

Walter pushed the boy away to get a better look at him, a pained smile on his face as he wiped the tears away.

“I only set that rule because I wanted to raise you to become an honest young man who works for what he wants, rather than obtaining what he desires through control and manipulation. You only used your power in self defence. You did the right thing, and I’m proud of you.”

“He called me incubus, Walt.” Barclay mumbled. “Did you know that’s what I am?” He asked, meekly looking up at his mentor.

“You know I would never withhold that kind of information from you. Your mother simply never told me.”

“Why not?”

“Because she wanted me to raise you as my own, and she was afraid that knowing who, or rather what, your father was would stand in the way of that. I respected her decision and never asked about it again.”

“I guess that makes sense...” Barclay sighed. “So, does this change anything between us?”

“Of course not, you silly child. I still love you as the son I always wanted, and it’s not likely I’ll ever stop doing so. However, it does explain your nightly activities.” Walter chuckled.

"Walter!"

A deep sigh escaped Walter as he came into a much more serious mood.

“So, what did you do about work? That mark is going to last for a while, and I can imagine you wouldn’t want to show up at the club like this...”

“I called Janine and told her that the guy that took me home was a religious fanatic who tried to murder me in cold blood but I managed to escape... That it was a despicable hate crime, which I guess it kind of was... Harv promised to up security to keep everyone safe.”

Walter nodded, placing a hand on his back.

“She said I could take as much time off as I need to fully recover, though it would count as an unpaid vacation... So I guess I really am going to move back in with you.” Barclay whispered, feeling defeated, like he had to give up his freedom for his own safety.

“Hey now, chin up. It’s only temporary. You’ll be back on your feet before you know it.” Walter smiled as he gave Barclay’s shoulder a reassuring pat.

Barclay scratched at the bandage around his neck, the scratchy fabric irritating his skin.

“How long do you expect this mark to last anyway?” He asked, hoping to be able to get rid of the gauze soon.

“Well…” Walter tried to stall as he thought about his answer. “The good news is you get to stock up on scarves. I’m paying.”

***

Their shopping trip later that afternoon had been a success. Four new scarves in his bag and one, black with white stars, around his neck, hiding the bandages. Walter had even treated Barclay to lunch. It had been at least a year since the two of them had spent time together like this, and honestly, Barclay had missed it more than he had noticed. At least now they had plenty of time to catch up.

The second Walter got up and left Barclay to pay for their food, a man approached the table, gesturing at Walter’s chair.

“Is this seat taken?” He asked. The man had fiery red hair and pale skin adorned with freckles. His boyish charms drew Barclay in initially, but the skinny jeans he wore, leaving ever so little to the imagination, were what did him in.

“Not at all.” The young man sighed dreamily, slightly disappointed as he watched the bottom half of the stranger disappear under the table.

“I couldn’t help myself. You’re really beautiful, you know?”

“Oh, that’s so sweet. Thank you.”

“Um, it feels weird to ask, but are you with that guy that was sitting here before?” The expression on the stranger’s face was one of awkwardness, slightly stressed even. Barclay couldn’t help but laugh.

“Who? Walter? No, he’s like my dad, not my ‘daddy’!”

The stranger gave a hearty laugh at Barclay’s joke, resting his chin in the palm of his hand, the cuff of his sweater hiking up enough to show off the edges of a tattoo.

Barclay’s chest grew tight, he glanced at the bar from behind his shades, hoping to see Walter on his way back, but no such luck. The man was nowhere to be found. Barclay hadn’t seen much of Alexander’s tattoo the night before, but he had seen enough to know that the one gracing the new stranger’s wrist and forearm was identical to Alexander’s. He tried not to flinch when the man across from him spoke up again.

“By the way, my name is Alexander.”

[itsthesinbin]

So like, your DA oc? Tell me about her personality, her backstory, her orientation etc? Also would you be interested in some oc&oc interaction with one or two with my kids? (If so, can u pm me?)

Idk what you mean by orientation- like alignment, sexual orientation, or smth else. And I only really rp w/ people I’ve like… known for a while. Sorry my dude.

Personality-wise, she’s very… Not Great. She’s manipulative, because she knows she’ll almost /always/ get her way. She’s a Cambion, so she’s got her looks + natural persuasion on her side. That being said, she’s also Emotionally Stunted because she’s used to things going her way/having things handed to her.

Her backstory is pretty basic, at the moment, since I’m still developing her. She’s the product of an incubus (or, in DA’s case, Desire demon) mating with a human woman. Mother dies during child birth, father becomes slightly obsessed with keeping his daughter sheltered/out of harm/ect. In this universe, monsters/supernatural beings are common, so she’s def not the first half-demon to exist. Although… half-demons are kinda rare in general. Not /impossible/, though.

In my headcanon, the Fade is like… a multi-dimensional constant. Our universe is just… “farther away”, I suppose is the only way to word it, than Thedas is. Which is why magic is less common, but supernatural beings still exist. (Witches and magic DOES exist in this universe, though, just… much weaker than in Thedas, for example.)

Her ‘father’ (I only say father bc the demon impregnated a human- i hc that spirits/demons/ect dont really have genders/physical sexes) found weak points on our side of the fade and managed to slip through long enough to do the Deed to this woman that wanted a child so bad.

Camellia ends up in Thedas through a summoning ritual. Her ‘father’ is a powerful demon, that has many living followers who wanted to bring her to their world (or they need her to bring the /demon/ to their world, idk the fine details yet).

BASICALLY SHIT’S CRAZY OVER THERE.

[salty-dracon]

ace hang plays noctis umbra part 3

SINS OF ANGELS | Noctis Umbra Part 3 | Ace Hang Plays Otome

(Yes, they do have semi-serious titles when shit hits the fan)

Last time on Ace Hang Plays Otome: 

Lily: Wow, he’s UGLY. How the FUCK is this guy a SUCCUBUS he’s UGLY

Brid: Well, technically he’d be an incubus. Because he’s a guy. 

Lily: That doesn’t change the fact that he’s UGLY

Brid: Maybe he radiates some kind of.... hot energy-

Lily: THE. ONLY ENERGY. THAT FUCKER RADIATES. IS CATCALLING YOU FROM HIS 2002 HONDA CIVIC WHILE WEARING A TWO YEAR OLD SWEAT-COVERED WIFE BEATER ENERGY. 

Brid: You don’t-

Lily: HE LOOKS LIKE A GIJINKA FOR THE WORD DOMESTIC ABUSE

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Lily: Hey, everyone! Ace Hang here! I’m Lily!

Brid: I’m Brid! 

(Val and Arthur pop in from the sides) 

Val: I’m Val!

Arthur: And I’m Arthur! 

All: And we’re playing Noctis Umbra Chapter Two! 

Brid: Yes, that’s right! The whole gang’s here and together for a nice round of otome! 

Val: It’s summer vacation, and our Minecraft 1.14 series will be up as soon as 1.14.2 is out, just so all of the bugs are ironed out. We’re planning to play multiplayer and do experiments to keep all of your spirits up. 

Lily: I’m super excited. 

Arthur: Yeah, same. We’ve got tons of plans! 

Brid: But for now, Noctis Umbra Chapter 2 is out, and when we last left off, we learned that Valerius was lying to us again. 

Lily: Also our dad is ugly and evil. 

Arthur: Rana is a queen. 

Val: Thor was there...?

Brid: .... Yeah, basically. Let’s get back to the action! 

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Lily: A Kapre. A stalker.... Do you guys know anything about that? 

Val: Capre.... Caper... 

Brid: Oh, Capra demon. Remember that 4chan post? 

Val: Oh yeah! 

Arthur: ...? 

Lily: Super sexy demon or something. In the post he had a goat skull head. Wonder what this boi’s gonna look like. 

Arthur: He’ll either be adorable or ugly.  

(Efren appears) 

Lily: ffffFFWAHAHAHA WHAT IS THAT

Brid: That is not what I was expecting. 

Arthur: I was expecting like, James Bond, not a guy in a mohawk wearing a Minecraft shirt! 

Val: Wow. Holy shit. Oh my god. He looks like a cis guy decided to dress like a  fucking drag queen for Halloween without knowing what a drag queen was. He looks like someone who unironically enjoys Kingdom Hearts and somehow mixed in a shitty hacker aesthetic. He looks like a 30 year old virgin who also runs a gaming channel that relies on clickbait for income. He looks like a guy cosplaying as his own My Hero Academia OC. He looks like-

Brid: Okay, that’s enough. 

Lily: He looks like that one Invader Zim character watches anime all day in his basement-

Brid: Stop it. Anyway, looks like he’s with the enemy... and wants to recruit us... and give us cookies. 

Lily: Cookies. Om nom nom. 

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Lily: WAHAHA they’re good cookies. 

Brid: I love the little package of cookies on her lap. 

Val: Seriously, I’d kill a guy who gave me too many cookies, though. At 3am. Every day. 

Lily: “You’re just grumpy because you’re hungry. You’re hangry.”

Arthur: “I am not hangry!”

Lily: “You sound hangry!”

Val: And Tae steals the cookies. And they’re good. 

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Val: You know, I’m glad the main characters are warming up to Tora. Not treating her like a kid. 

Brid: She’s learning high school chemistry, so I don’t think it’s out of the question that she’s at least fifteen. 

Arthur: Yeah. And MyDude is treating her very nicely. 

Val: Yeah. I’m glad. Like seriously, edgy war stories just... hate kids. Like, fuck the kids. Adults are the only ones that survive here. 

Lily: Yeah, it’s nice change of pace. EY, RANA! Look, Arthur. That’s my favorite character. 

Arthur: I see.

Val: Honestly, the whole Noctis Umbra crew is great. Except for Valerius. Fuck that guy. 

Arthur: I think he might have a reason for keeping those secrets of his, though. 

Val: This is coming from the same guy who actually trusts the rich kid in the other one they were playing. Fuck, I forget his name. 

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Val: “Ae-ri needs your help grocery shopping.”

Lily: I’m gonna be super surprised if it’s not like the South Asian market my parents visit for cheap spices. 

Brid: Seriously, what else do you expect from this game? 

.........

Brid: Yes, that’s the last place I expected to find a bunch of underworld denizens that are part demon or something. Going shopping at a grocery store. And not a South Asian market.

Lily: What, did you think they subsided on human energy alone? 

Val: I mean, Tae lives offa sweets. First he ate his sister’s cheesecake, then he ate those cookies, then he ate that pudding... he’s just got a big sweet tooth.

Lily: Oh, big mood, Tae. I like him. He and Keelan are so funny. Everyone’s just laying into him. 

Arthur: “That’s a lot of hot sauce...” 

Brid: I see we’ve got our own weird tastes... 

Val: Ha. Melons. Innuendos. 

Lily: Or Avatar reference. 

Arthur: ... 

Brid: What’s up?  

Arthur: Imagine- meanwhile in the aisle next door, Riley hits her teacher with a shopping cart!

Lily: That would be an amazing easter egg. Keelan’s looking for his paint, barely dodges a chaotic dumbass bisexual disaster, she immediately hits someone else who happens to be her teacher. 

Val: Said teacher was also hacking the grocery store’s WiFi with his phone, which proceeds to fall into the lobster tank. 

Lily: Not saying Riley wouldn’t do that. 

(Small animation with bad doodles)

Arthur: I imagine Keelan’s like... “Alright... broad paintbrush, purple acrylic paint... ” and he just hears screaming, and there’s Riley just narrowly missing him and slamming right into her teacher. 

Brid: You say that like she intentionally hit him. 

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Val: OH GOD IT’S THE UGLY GUY!

Lily: Damn. That’s the first thing you fixate on?

Arthur: Oh boy. Something’s going down... 

Lily: Is Valerius here? Is that why she’s- Oh, hey Luca. 

Val: Oh my god, it’s Tall Evil Valerius. 

Brid: He’s so tall we can’t even see the top of his head. 

Lily: That’s funny, because I always imagined Valerius to be like, 5′4... 

Val: His name is “Aleron”. HOLY FUCK HE JUST KILLED LUCA

Arthur: OH MY GOD

Lily: WELL THAT’S NOT GOOD AT ALL IS IT

Brid: FUCKING DEAD. PRESS F. 

Lily: REMINDER TO HIT THAT F BUTTON IF YOU’RE ANGRY THAT LUCA JUST DIED

Brid: AND SHE JUST OMAE WA MOU SHINDEIRUS HIM

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Lily: That feeling when you teleport the enemy leader right into your base. 

Val: Fucking seriously. The whole crew must be having aneurysms. 

Arthur: Ha. “I leave you alone for two seconds and you start a world war.”

Lily: Welcome back to another episode of “Man with half the facts in heated debate with man with zero facts”. 

(Meme appears on screen with the two men’s faces replaced with Leo and Valerius)

Brid: More like “Two men seriously think they know what’s right for the world as a whole based on flawed information”. 

Val: “Where’s her room?!” “She doesn’t have one.” “Where does she sleep?!” “The couch.” 

Brid: Get ready for Angry Father Rage. 

Val: “YOU LET MY DAUGHTER SLEEP ON A COUCH?!”.... DAMMIT why did the scene have to end there. 

Lily: So you wouldn’t have to yell at yourself?

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Val: “Your mother loved heights too-” Sheesh, did she love jumping off them?!

Lily: Fucking hell. Wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what he meant, though. 

Brid: Yeah, this guy’s kind of an asshole, to be honest. 

Arthur: I guess with the whole unification thing, they need her. 

Lily: I love how she’s mad Aleron killed Luca because she wanted to punch him in the face. 

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Val: Oh boy, things are heating up. So because of the prophecy, the demon kids are all uniting, and the angels wanna beat em back. And they took over a human organization to do it. 

Lily: Angels. It’s always angels. 

Brid: Do any of you like Valerius any more now? 

Val: NO. He’s kind of a dickhead. Still. 

Arthur: At least he’s telling us more. 

Brid: Yeah, very true. 

Val: Why does Valerius look at us and see everything right with Nocturnals? We’re an angry district attorney who sucks the life out of people with the power of Satan and anime. 

Lily: Angels. It’s always angels. 

Arthur: You said that. 

Brid: I did say I’d romance Valerius, so-

Val: WAIT I NEVER SAID I’D DO A KISS SCENE-

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Lily: And with that, looks like we’ve reached the end of Chapter 3! What do you guys think? This is your first time playing with us, right?

Val: ... Why do I have to be rolled up in the politics of white men? 

Lily: Pretty sure Leo’s Latino. 

Val: Still. 

Brid: Politics, politics. I still do love the group dynamic between the Noctis Umbra crew, though. Not Valerius, just MyDude, Ae-ri... 

Arthur: Tae, Keelan, and Rana. Yeah. And whoever else I’m forgetting. They’re very cute together, and it kinda sucks that they’re dealing with the whole underground war thing, otherwise I feel like we’d get a lot of cute scenes with them. 

Lily: Very true. Any theories? 

Arthur: Remember when Valerius called MyDude Umbra? I think it’s because she’s the kid of both an angel and a demon. 

Brid: Oooooo. What do you have to back it up? 

Arthur: We don’t see much about her mother. Apparently she left her in an orphanage named after a saint. Also, Leo mentioned that the mom loved heights. Besides the jumping implication, it might mean that she’s an angel. Maybe one that couldn’t fly.

Lily: I think umbra does mean shadow, which evokes themes of both light and darkness, so it’s very possible. 

Brid: Interesting. Well, we’ve been recording for an hour, so I think that’s all the time we have for today. 

Lily: Sweet! 

Brid: Can’t wait to see where this story takes us next! And we’re planning our next playthrough to probably be either the next part of Oathbreaker, or Hatoful Boyfriend. 

Val: Make sure to like and subscribe for more content, and stay classy! 

[kristie-rp]

[2018] Garrett: Turning

It is a truth universally acknowledged that anyone acting particularly weird in the hospital must be in want of Doctor Vincent Constantine. 

Okay, no, that’s not true, exactly. It’s more a truth acknowledged only within the hospital itself, and weirdness is relative, and they don’t always know they need Constantine’s expertise. That’s just how it gets explained to Garrett when he starts his placement during med school, by a curly haired woman speaking behind her hand in a stage whisper. Doctor Constantine himself snorts and shoots her an unimpressed look, and does a double take when he sees Garrett. There’s something vaguely familiar in it, and the intern smiles politely. “Hi, Doctor Constantine.” 

“Call me Vincent,” comes the reply. “She’s right, in a manner of speaking. If something seems particularly... peculiar, then I am the resident expert. Feel free to come to me.”

Garrett doesn’t think much about it, afterwards. The thing is, he doesn’t work in Vincent’s department, at least not at first. The older man operates largely out of the basement, where a morgue would be in any other hospital: it has been turned into a ward, and the windows of half the rooms are blacked out with heavy tarps. It’s eerie. When Garrett brings his toddler daughter April to work some days, when she is too young to be home alone and not able to be at daycare, she tends to spend time with the old man. He doesn’t get it, but he allows it. 

He’s been a fully qualified medical practitioner employed by the hospital for eight months before he thinks about the description of Vincent’s specialisation. A couple have brought in their terrified daughter, who is incredibly pretty for a human child and also very quick-witted and persuasive. She has talked the nurse out of at least three lollipops before Garrett arrives in the room to introduce himself and shoo the nurse away. 

“Do you really need so many,” her mother is asking a little helplessly, taking the third one from her daughter. The little girl shrugs, and asks her dad to get her some water, please, from the vending machine. Because her mother is the one with money, she goes, too. The little girl is alone with Garrett. 

“They think I’m sick,” she informs him flatly, pouting slightly. “I don’t think they’re wrong. I mean. I know I’m not like the other girls. And there are these.” She tugs at her beanie and it lifts away to reveal small horns on her forehead. She is very careful not to rip the wool. “My mom’s worried.”

“Cutaneous horns aren’t unheard of,” Garrett tries. He doubts it’s that simple; the very sentence sits wrong on his tongue. Plus, every instance of cutaneous horns he’s heard of presented in the elderly. 

The little girl, apparently, is aware of this. “I know how to Google,” she says dismissively, “and I know only old people have that happen. So why is this happening to me now?” 

Garrett hesitates. He can order tests – of course he can. But something gives him pause. The mother and father return, and Garrett makes up his mind: he leans out of the door to catch a nurse as she passes by. “Hi, sorry – can you run down to the basement and find Doctor Constantine, please? I need a consult.” 

The nurse looks at him curiously, but returns in fifteen minutes with Vincent himself. He looks between the couple. “Are you her father?” 

The man shakes his head. “We adopted her a few years ago,” he explains. The little girl doesn’t seem bothered by this, and her mother has rested a hand on her little girls shoulder. “We have the record of her biological parents medical information –” 

The mother starts to search in her bag for the papers. Vincent stops her with a wave of her hand. “No matter, they won’t be accurate.” 

The parents make outraged sounds, and the little girl blinks at him. “You know what’s wrong with me?” she asks. Her voice is much smaller than it was earlier, alone with Garrett. He can’t blame her, really; Vincent has that effect on people. 

“Have any of you heard of a Cambion?” is what Vincent asks, completely without preamble. Garrett starts, because he’s heard of those, in fascinated Wikipedia spirals that almost always end with him looking up different takes on mythological beings – and this doctor, whom he respects, is talking as though the creature is real. “It is the result of a sexual union between an Incubus and a human woman. I’d bet the mother listed her boyfriends information before giving her up, knowing exactly what she was getting into.” He pauses, addressing the girl directly. “The horns may be surgically removed once they are fully grown, but that won’t happen until you’ve completed puberty. You likely had almost no pulse until you were seven, and you’ve likely noticed you barely need to breathe. You’re clever and beautiful, more than human girls, and you’re persuasive. Many would call you manipulative. Does this sound right?” The little girl is staring at him, somewhere between dumbfounded and fascinated. Garrett can see in her face that this explains everything. “You have the potential to be evil, but with good parents – nurture over nature, all that – it can be subverted or at least limited. Any questions?” 

If there are, Garrett doesn’t hear them, watching the girls face instead. He can’t see Vincent’s, but that girl is looking at him like he told her the meaning of life, and has no longer left her confused and wanting, unsure what she is. 

Garrett doesn’t know if he entirely believes the story, but he’s half-way there. It helps that the little girl pauses to give him a hug and to thank him on the way out, beanie back in place.

Garrett’s co-workers think that his fascination with Vincent’s so-called department – which exists primarily due to the Constantine’s donating more money to the hospital than the accounting department is willing to disclose – is ridiculous and confusing. They think Vincent is insane, or delusional, or at least eccentric, for all they respect him as their fellow doctor. But every single one of them is willing to call the older man for a consult when the situation calls for it, which is really all Garrett can hope for, so he mostly ignores the opportunities to mock them.

(Mostly, because sometimes he cannot bite his tongue fast enough to ensure he is less sarcastic in the workplace than he is at home, with April, who by now is a teenager who really ought to have a more sincere parental figure to turn to.) 

Anyway: it is not uncommon for Garrett to visit Vincent’s basement, either to ask pointed questions or chat with patients kept so separate from the others. He does this more predictably on the nights when April is not supposed to be coming home, and tonight she is staying at a friends place while they work on a project for class. He does not have to be home in time for dinner, so he meanders down to where he can visit at his own pace. 

There is a woman with albinism in one room. She greets him warmly, as she had the last time he’d been here, by putting on a terrible Transylvanian accent and calling herself a vampire. Garrett quirks a brow at her, thinking something along the lines of you wouldn’t be quite that pale if you dined on blood, Zoe. She laughs aloud. “Alright, fair enough, I’ll let you have that one. Stop by on your way out, Doc,” she insists, and he can almost feel the idea settling in his mind, ensuring he will do as asked later. 

“Is your tail ever going to heal?” Garrett asks the man in the next room, curious.

The merman with his blue-tinted skin snorts, his teeth growing in jagged rows; according to what he’s told them, he is a hybrid of some sharks that wouldn’t ever frequent the bay around Port Lyndon. “I’m not the doctor,” he says, splashing impatiently. He is caught halfway between human and mer form, and the pain shows in how pale around the gills he is. “Ask Vince.” 

“Yeah, sure, I’ll get right on that. Straight after my stopover at H.L. to let them know what I am,” Garrett retorts, earning a laugh from the mer as he splashes contentedly. 

He stops at the door of the selkie to smile and let her know that he’s passing through, because he knows she’s mostly here because of the debilitating anxiety that came from losing her pelt – only she hasn’t felt compelled to actually go to anyone, so it isn’t stolen, just legitimately lost. There’d be more chance of finding it if it was stolen, from what Garrett understands – it is hard to get her to talk, because Vincent is the expert, and he’s not exactly personable. 

The next room was home to a slightly burned dryad the last time he was here, but his bark was basically finished moulting, which means he should be gone, and the room should be empty. Garrett opens the door to check, eyes widening when he instead gets an eyeful of a wolf-like being – it’s a fully transformed werewolf, he knows that – and yet his immediate panicked reaction is to step closer and slam the door closed.

Yeah, his self-preservation instincts have always been terrible, he is aware. He does things like drink hot sauce on a dare (college) and break into his parents liquor cabinet (high school) and grab the arms of angry looking people on crutches to prevent them from walking into traffic (summer between high school and college, and actually he’s proud of that one). He has a feeling he’d step in front of a gunman to save someone, even a stranger.

That might explain locking himself in with an angry looking werewolf. One that’s currently edging closer. 

“Crap,” he croaks, panic making his voice crack, and presses himself against the door. 

He blacks out. 

It’s probably for the best.

“I have to hand it to you, Garrett,” a familiar voice is saying when he comes to, blinking at a white tile ceiling, “if you were going to be infected by a supernatural condition, this is probably the best possible place you could’ve done it.” 

“That’s nice,” Garrett says. He thinks he sounds about as sarcastic as usual, but he might be a little dazed. It’s something to do with the fact that he can make out the little specks across the surface of the tiles, which is weird, because he should be wearing glasses, and he can’t feel them on his face. “I think my veins are on fire.” 

“That’d be the wolfsbane,” the voice answers, apparently unbothered. It’s Vincent. Garrett is not surprised. 

Garrett closes his eyes. “You’re suppressing a transformation, aren’t you. Isn’t that a bad idea?” 

“Which one of us is the expert?” 

Garrett scoffs. “Which one of us is a werewolf?” 

There’s a long silence that makes Garrett want to open his eyes, but it’s bad enough that he can hear a heartbeat that he’s pretty sure isn’t close enough to be Vincent. Which means his co-worker doesn’t have a heartbeat. Which – he had to pass a medical to get this job; how did Vincent get the job with no heartbeat, without causing some sort of crisis? He keeps his eyes firmly shut, thanks ever so much. “Touché,” Vincent says at last, and Garrett can hear the amusement in his voice. 

“How long was I out?” 

“A couple of hours. Your phone rang; it was your daughter. She’ll be here soon.” 

“Sure, that’s a brilliant idea,” he mutters, sarcasm heavy in his voice. Garrett’s eyes fly open and he sits up a little quicker than he would like, blinking against the abrupt change of scenery and the headrush. “By which I mean, you just said I’m a newly turned werewolf, Vincent, what the fuck?” 

“At least you already know werewolves exist,” he says.

It’s not helpful. Garrett gives him the glare he thinks he deserves, and then lays back down, pressing his palms into his closed eyes. Maybe if he thinks hard enough, this will go away. “I can’t be a werewolf,” he says, as if it will change anything. “I have a teenage daughter. I’m a medical doctor. I work night shift half the time, I can’t take every full moon off!” 

“That’s what the wolfsbane is for.” 

“Oh, right. How could I forget? My veins feel like they’re actually on fire and this is the only way to not turn into a wolf that will bite anyone around.” 

“You’re a very negative person, aren’t you?” 

Garrett grimaces. He’s just realized what the heartbeat he can hear actually is, and attempts to peer at the other occupant of the room, the one he missed. “Sorry, Dave. I didn’t mean any offence. Much.” 

Dave, the werewolf responsible for this entire thing, snorts, but it sounds half-hearted and exhausted. He is trembling. “I should be the one apologizing. I ruined your life, man. I owe you.” 

“Should I be worried about the shaking?” 

“Doc didn’t give me any ‘bane until I’d already transformed, is all. Remember to take it like you’re s’posed to and it works out better.” 

“Great.” Garrett takes medication for anxiety on the daily. He now has to add injections of liquidated wolfsbane to his schedule at least once a month, twice in a blue moon, and he really doesn’t want to wish harm on Dave – so he doesn’t. He closes his eyes again, takes a deep, supposedly steadying breath. “This is just what I needed.” 

“Dad?” 

Garrett opens his eyes and looks up. April is standing over him with a look of concern, the door open behind where his head has been resting this entire time. “Hey, sweetie,” he says, trying for a sincere smile. He doesn’t know how close he gets as she dumps her bag and kneels down beside him. “I hear your sleepover wasn’t that great.” 

“Muriel is being mean, so I called to come home. Vincent said you were – hurt?” 

“Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just – um.” Garrett pauses. He cannot lie to his daughter, she needs to know what is going on. It isn’t fair to keep her in the dark. 

He has to tell her about supernaturals, if she hasn’t guessed already.

Garrett groans aloud, pressing his palms back into his eye sockets. “Remind me to kill you later,” he mutters. “It’s the least you deserve.” 

Vincent snorts, and Dave’s noise is more like a whimper. There’s something decidedly lupine in it, and that’s exactly the sort of thing Garrett needs to hear right now. 

“So,” he starts, pulling his eyes away, “you know how there are humans in the world, and they have different races? African, Asian, Caucasian, Mongoloid.” 

“Yes...?”

“Well, those differences are just aesthetic. The differences that actually matter a little bit are the ones that make human beings into something – supernatural.” 

There’s quiet for a long moment. “Are you trying to make a joke about that TV show?” April asks, wary. 

Garrett sighs. He wishes he was. “I wish I was,” he says, “but what I’m actually saying is that vampires and werewolves and dryads and all that – it’s real. That’s what’s special about Vincent’s patients. That’s why they are in the basements, that’s why pretty much everyone avoids him and thinks he’s insane.” 

“Hey,” Vincent says. It’s mild enough that Garrett doesn’t believe he actually cares. 

“Also, that’s Dave. Say hi to Dave.” He waits for April to wave awkwardly at the patient. “He’s a werewolf. And he bit me.”