#he was the ome to start the war. start it all

[the-sunshine-dims]

Ah fable, the most hated man on fable smp

[still-a-morosexual-help]

honestly tho om lucifer is such a comfort character

you know mammon's my all time all around favourite no contest but like

lucifer just hits different

he's so tired and he's so overworked and he loves his family so much it makes me sick he's willing to kill and die for them at any chance he made the misfits of the celestial realm his family despite being the perfect example of an angel himself he thinks his brothers are adorable he just wants them to have one quiet day

he's such a bastard he's arrogant and prideful and he'll willingly meow like a little kitty cat because his boybestfriend is sad

he's got daddy issues he's terrified he's traumatised his greatest fear is his father he spent years fighting a pointless war and never questioned his father about whether they ever even tried to find a way to end the war without just mindlessly trying to kill people who really aren't that different from them for a reason no one knows he's willing to be given piggyback rides by another high profile man in a public area

he's a dog person he's weak to puppy dog eyes from everyone he cares about he's constantly done with Mephisto's shit he gets jealous because one of his friends complimented their mutual friend's cookies

he's willing to villainize himself in the eyes of his family to keep them safe he's sadistic his first response to being cornered and scared is to kill anyone who's making him feel that way his love language with his brothers is being a little shit to them he's somehow connected to/the starting point of all the issues/trauma his brothers have he has empty nest syndrome even though all his brothers live at home he hasn't realised the extent to which his actions and words have fucked up his brothers and is constantly surprised and devastated by it when he realises

he has a son he pretends is his brother whom he only ever canonically acknowledged as his son twice which led to huge blowout fights one of his younger brothers bullies him into going to the pub with them once a week his son runs a club with his youngest brother dedicated solely to making his life miserable

he's sadistic he genuinely enjoys seeing people suffer he's so polite he'll allow himself to be poisoned by food he knows is bad he bought dinner for a whole restaurant because it was the owner's birthday he wore a silly outfit and worked at a themed restaurant as a favour for a friend he gets visibly more aroused when he's ordered around he insults his brothers but gets upset whenever an outsider does the same

he loves his human so much and he's so annoyed at them he's so frustrated with them he's so angry at them and he's so worried about them so protective of them so incredibly proud of them he has tried to kill them many many times

he's a borderline alcoholic he's immortal he's greying he gets migraines he forgets to eat and he sleeps at his desk he does the mom thing and orders takeout for his children when he goes out to eat without them he likes dad jokes his greatest wish is to visit a factory he likes good socks he's a grumpy old man

he's over 10 million years old he's an eldritch horror he's the personification of the sin of pride he needs glasses to read his childhood friend? ex-boyfriend? kind-of-brother? old coworker? brother in arms? calls him luci

he's a naggy paranoid perfectionist he removed the entire bathroom because one of his brothers forgot to clean it he had to literally be kidnapped to send him on a vacation he ripped out multiple sets of his own wings he doesn't like being seen shirtless he lectured jason voorhees about him not killing efficiently enough

he's a respected and recognised drag queen he believes love is love he's canonically so beautiful but no one ever makes a move on him because the whole realm thinks he's in a committed long term relationship he refuses to believe his best friend is in love with him despite multiple people saying so

he's the type of person you want to please the type of person you want to make proud the type of person you want on your side because you know no matter what he'll always have your back you're safe that as long as he's there everything will be okay the type of person you want to be held by while everything is falling down around you

he's even queer

[malewifeharem]

yandere!malleus alphabet

彡- ,, yandere twst malleus alphabet (template from @dear-yandere eheheheh)

cw ⁞ violence, blood, manipulation, just general yandere behaviour??? kinda suggestive in K. not proofread.

an ⁞ feel free to req more of this for other characters only from om! for now :')

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

VERY INTENSE, to say the least. fae are known to be very territorial and possessive and malleus isn't an exception. he likes to shower you with affection and expensive gifts such as jewels or gold and doesn't allow you to 'reject' them. he has no objections to locking you up somewhere he can keep his eyes on you or starting wars with other kingdoms if it means that you'll be his.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

he definitely wouldn't mind getting rid of any nuisances getting in between the both of you but he always makes sure to clean up before you arrive. the scene is extremely gruesome — blood and guts would basically be in every crevice of the room. he only manages to get rid of the stench with his magic, so he tries to not kill people too often, lest he ends up overblotting and harming you.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

nope nope nope. it doesn't matter how pathetic you look when you cry, he could never ridicule you like that. you just need to get used to your new environment! can't you see that he really wants the best for you?

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

his gifts and affection will be reciprocated, whether you like it or not. sure, he'll be more lenient if you've only just been captured but you can't keep shunning him away! will tie your wrists and ankles together to get you to stop struggling during naps and cuddle sessions. he has slipped love potions into your food before too.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

you and lilia are probably the only people who know about his... aggressive tendencies. he'll often times weep at your feet inconsolably — crying about how much he loves you and how it hurts when you don't feel the same way. as if that wasn't uncomfortable enough, he'll suddenly start rambling on about how you'd love his tower in briar valley and that you'd have no need to ever step out of it. humans like living in that kind of luxury, right?

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

fight back? against the 5th most powerful magic wielder in the world? yeah, good luck. he would never intentionally harm you, but you're really breaking his heart like this. he simply doesn't understand why you're so upset and just tries to calm you down to the best of his abilities. this is just a small lover's spat, it'll all be over soon!

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

he does not find this funny, he takes it very seriously. what's wrong with what you have now? do you not like his gifts? why do you keep trying to run away? he's very confused and hurt — nevertheless, he always manages to catch you, leaving you right back where you started.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

before your abduction, you were still the human transfer student at NRC, you were still allowed the freedom to talk to anyone you wanted. malleus knew you and leona were quite close — the lion male having a small liking towards you. he was already quite irked at the sight, but he snapped when you hugged the lion, enchanting the whole vicinity with his signature spell — causing everyone to fall into a deep slumber. that's when he took the opportunity to lock you up in his room and you've been there since.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

he hopes to marry you one day and have you rule briar valley with him as his rightful queen. he definitely wants to have a family with you too, he does need to continue his royal fae bloodline!

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

YES. he tries to talk to you and hear whatever complaints you have but it's all in vain. he refuses to believe that you loathe him. he'll stand there in silence before quickly excusing himself — you don't see him for a few days. what does he do during this time? oh i don't know... maim whatever friends you have left? (ehe!)

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

he's very sweet. he has never felt so strongly for anyone before and he's going to give all of his love to you! he's constantly touching you, whether or not it's wrapping his arms around you or marking you up with bites. it's how fae show affection for their loved one! he'll charm you with his honeyed words — praising you when you're being obedient in the daytime and gently lulling you to sleep by night.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

before your abduction, he'd slip beautifully handwritten letters into your locker. however, it has no sender — your only clue as to who it was being the bright green wax seal. you thought it was just a random diasommnia student and didn't think much about them till the contents of these letters started becoming increasingly disturbing. saccharine poems of love and his promised reveal turned to bitter jealousy and rage at your 'infidelity' to him. how dare you speak to other students, especially those from his own house! you stopped receiving letters entirely but malleus suddenly started showing up at ramshackle dorm more often.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

sort of? lilia is the only other person who knows about his treatment of you. to everyone else, he's still unapproachable and cold. only you get to see him all pathetic and vulnerable. (manfailure)

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

being locked up in his room means zero contact with the outside world — you wonder how ace, deuce and grim are doing. solitude was enjoyable sometimes, sure, but you haven't seen anyone who isn't malleus for weeks. imagine the horror when even he stops showing up! this silent treatment usually ends within a few days because it breaks his heart to not speak to his darling too.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

you're pretty much deprived of social interaction. i hope you have an interest in gargoyles.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

he's surprisingly patient. his punishments are all quite tame — none of them being harmful to you. he understands if you need more time to get used to your new life but make him wait too long and he might slip a love potion into your food!

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

no. just no. if you died, he'll find a way to resurrect you — charm, potion, curse, spell, anything. trying to escape from him isn't something feasible for a human. you're stuck with him forever!

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

your cries of sorrow does bring him a sense of guilt and regret but the thought of letting you openly roam free again brings him more rage and worry. try convincing him to go out with you to a secluded area — he might agree if he's in a good mood!

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

poor dragon boi has lived for almost two centuries with no one he can consider a friend :( everyone's too scared or cautious of him to talk normally. so when a sweet fragile human like you treats him so nicely, he might just tear up. especially since you continued to do so after learning of his identity.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

( already kinda answered in C and F)

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

(i don't think so? define classic yandere :'D)

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

he's so patient and kind, if you play your cards well, you might be able to convince him to let you out for a little while — under his supervision, of course.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

intentionally, no. never! he has definitely damaged (killed) whatever social life you had before and your freedom but it was mostly unintended! (yea ok malleus...)

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

he likes to think that you two are equals — you as his bride, wife, future queen. he treasures whatever shred of affection you give him but i don't think he'd ever reach the point of kissing the ground you walk on or anything like that.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

(read H) in order to get to that point, he's already been tolerating your 'unfaithfulness' for a few months.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

probably. he already uses love potions on you, who's to say he won't make it permanent?

[grimmweepers]

— ☆ 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝚰𝐎𝐒𝚰𝐓𝐘 𝐊𝚰𝐋𝐋𝐒

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you’ve seen lucifer’s demon form but you can’t shake the feeling that’s it’s not all he is. what if there was something darker beneath his beautiful visage? you ask to see more but lucifer warns you it may be too much for mortal eyes. as he slowly unveils the facets of his true self, you wonder if you can love something incomprehensible? and more importantly, can it love you back?

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: OM!LUCIFER x GN!reader, SFW but slightly suggestive, DARK ROMANCE ♥️, HORROR ELEMENTS, implied sex but no smut, established relationship but in the earlier stages, light angst, celestial war mention, he calls you ‘my dear’, demon x human, monster romance(?), ik my title is ‘curiosity kills’ but i promise no one dies 2.0k wc. | masterlist

𝐚/𝐧: woo! my first fic for 2025. halloween is long gone but spookyookyooky vibes are forever. i haven't written for lucifer (or the obey me fandom) since 2021 so please be kind! i love when artists draw the demons as monster-like so it inspired me to write this

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

They say curiosity killed the cat but nobody ever warns you what happens when the thing you seek is something you love. Sometimes curiosity doesn’t just kill, it pulls you into the depths and reminds you that some paths were never meant to be tread at all. 

You knew Lucifer’s demon form. Every time he brought it out, you couldn’t miss it. No one did. Those horns curling from his head, those raven wings that stretched with an elegance befitting for the pride incarnate, the diamond birthmark adorning his forehead. He looked every inch the fallen angel. Dangerous. Powerful. But still akin to something recognisable. Something human. That was what you thought his “demon form” meant, or at least the extent of it. 

But the closer you got to him, emotionally, physically—you started to suspect there’d be more. This was Lucifer, after all. The same Morning Star who watched the Celestial Realm itself fracture, the one who waged war and defied his own Father for his sister’s sake. Of course, there would be layers to him, parts that are hidden beneath polished veneers that he might not want you to see.

The revelation came gradually, though not accidentally. He’d never risk an accident with something like this. It wasn’t just about protecting you, it was also about managing what it would mean for him to be fully seen.

It began one night in his room. His usual form was already on display, horns casting long shadows on the walls as his wings arched lazily behind him. You were comfortable with this version of him, so much so that you’d leaned into his shoulder, tracing his horns absentmindedly as he read aloud from some aged, prodigious book. The question had been on your mind but you didn’t realise what you’d said until the words were out of your mouth. 

���Is there more?” You asked concretely.

He stilled, halting his finger mid-sentence against the page. “More?” his voice was neutral like always. 

“Of… this,” you gestured vaguely at him. “Your form. You expect me to believe this is the Avatar of Pride’s only face?”  

The jest was meant to lighten the mood, but he didn’t laugh. Instead, he closed the book and turned his gaze on you. His eyes burned a little brighter—sharper. “What you see now is what I allow you to see. There are parts of me not meant for human eyes,” he said softly. 

“So you’ve locked those parts away?”

“Not locked,” he corrected you. “Contained. Managed.”

That should have been the end of it but you couldn’t let it go. Not after seeing a flicker of hesitation in his face. Or perhaps it was fear. So you would’ve let it go until you wondered: 

What could possibly unnerve Lucifer?

———

The first time he showed you, it was brief. Something of a test. 

“Don’t move,” he instructed, “and don’t look away.”

You stood in his study, your heart pounding as he stepped back, seeing his usual form dissolve into something more. His wings expanded, shifting like spilled ink on water. His horns lengthened, spiraling like gnarled roots of an oak tree, and his skin took on a strange sheen, as though it couldn’t decide whether it was flesh or something far older. 

But it was his eyes that terrified you. The whites were gone, replaced by an endless, tormenting black. You felt like you were being pulled into them, swallowed by the power of something vast and unknowable.

However, there was also heat that felt familiar, pressing into you like his breath fanning over your skin in the dead of night, when his hands explored every crevice on your body. This form, alien as it was, still carried the same possessive hunger. You had to grip onto the edge of a nearby table to steady yourself.  

And then, as quickly as it came, it receded. His wings folded back, his horns shrank and his eyes returned to that familiar crimson. “Enough for tonight,” you were assailed by the sound of his shoes clicking against the hardwood as he made his way to you. 

Something, he thought, was not quite right. You were shaken, yes, but not disturbed. He had expected you to avert your eyes, to flinch or look away lest the weight of his true form crush your sanity. Yet you watched him with defiance in your expression and more unsettling still, he found himself watching you back. What was it that kept you here? What had driven you to face something so unnatural and still hold your ground?

———

The second time was different. 

You were sitting at the edge of his bed with your legs tucked beneath you. His shirt hung loosely on your frame as the scent of him clung to the fabric. Much like other nights, you’d spent this one wrapped around each other until exhaustion claimed you both.

Lucifer suddenly tugged at his shirt and after your eyes fell on him, you felt something gnawing in your stomach. But you were surprised when he only asked with a casual cadence, 

“Do you trust me?”

You nodded like it was perfectly normal to place your earnest trust in a demon like him. You’d already given yourself to him in every way that mattered, baring your soul just as he had bared his body to you time and time again.

Fond with your answer, he stood up and smiled. “Then close your eyes.”

When you opened them, the world felt…wrong.

What you saw had to have been a dream-picture because his form was towering enough to barely fit the space and his wings no longer looked like they belonged to anything earthly. The feathers were shifting, like they had been replaced by shards of black glass catching onto nonexistent light. His horns gleamed like molten metal and his face wasn’t entirely his. It was flickering between the Lucifer you knew and something you couldn’t name but felt in the deepest part of your being. 

The diamond on his forehead began to glow, its light blotting shapes in all angles. And then it split, revealing a vertical slit of an unblinking eye that stared into you—not at you, but into you, through you.

Somewhere in between you must’ve hauled yourself onto the floor and stumbled back because your knees were not on the mattress anymore but on wood. A pressure built in your chest but you simply couldn’t look away.

Lucifer didn’t speak, he just watched you like before but this time you felt as though every secret you’d ever buried was laid bare. It wasn’t until he eventually spoke your name that you realised you were crying.

“Breathe,” he said, kneeling before you. His voice was echoing like it was coming from inside you. “I told you it wasn’t meant for human eyes. We can stop.”

“It’s okay, it’s just…a lot,” you said, trembling but not from the cold.

He approached you, his hand eerily warm against your cheek as he wiped your tears and helped you to your feet. “You’re doing better than most would. I’m proud of you.” 

“Does it ever hurt?” you swallowed hard, like there was rough rope lodged down your throat. The change was not as graceful as you thought it would be. It came ripping out of him like it was something he constantly suppressed. 

“No,” you heard a break of vulnerability in his display. “But it can be lonely.”

“Lonely?” 

“It is a grave reminder that demons exist to fear. Sometimes to worship. But never to love.”

Never to love because defending love was what made him this way.

Once respite had settled, a look of sullen reflection had overcome Lucifer’s face, wondering if this left you with little desire to see more. 

———

Before the third time came, he warned you about the strain it might put on your mind, “This time might be dangerous.” But you insisted and he remained cautious. 

When it happened, it wasn’t in the confines of his room but outside, beneath the yawning void of the Devildom’s starless sky. He told you it would be safer this way. For both of you.

His transformation hit you like a violent wind. Lucifer didn’t just change, he expanded uncontainably into something monstrous, his body shimmering like a dark mirage. His horns were jagged spires, sharp enough to cleave through the Celestial Palace itself and you couldn’t see where his wings ended and began—only that they were folding and unfolding like obsidian knives. 

Then, there was his mouth that stretched wider than it should have, revealing rows of teeth too sharp, too numerous. They weren’t made for smiling, they were meant to tear and consume, a predator’s maw lurking beneath his visage. And his eyes—or the absence of them—were blackened husks whilst the unblinking eye on his forehead sat like an all-seeing sigil. 

Shadows pulsed into your vision, pooling at your feet and reaching for you like they knew your name. The sheer magnitude of Lucifer’s form left you breathless. If this was the strength of someone who served second to Diavolo, then what maddening power must the Prince of the Devildom truly possess? And beyond even that, the Demon King himself—origin of all darkness. The thought had chills coiling around your spine and you thanked the Heavens he was resting in his indefinite slumber. 

Yet strangely, in all that horror, there was beauty. Lucifer’s voice called to you like a melody and his vibrating presence, for all its terror, might have even felt soothing. It was magnificent. 

“Are you afraid?” he asked from everywhere and nowhere. A question that wasn’t meant to frighten but rather a lifeline, a chance to retreat before you fell any deeper. 

You should have been. Any rational being would have been. But instead, you took a step closer and reached out to the impossibility of his form. You touched something, though whether it was his face, his chest, or his soul, you weren’t sure.

“No,” you said between awe and surrender. “Never.” 

At that moment, you understood what it meant to love a creature who stood at the precipice of an existence that could shatter you with mere thought. 

“You are the first to see this and not run. You reach for the flame, knowing it will burn you,” he spoke like the deep roll of a bell. 

 “How could I not?” You didn’t step back, what was left of your willpower rooted you to the ground. “You’ve never been anything less than this. I could feel it.”

For a fleeting second, you saw the disintegration of his monstrous form, red eyes flickering through black ones as his pride briefly softened in the quiet between you. His wings faltered, a deep inhuman sigh escaping his lips. It was the first time you'd seen him so... uncertain.

“You think you know me so well? They say I am nothing but contradictions. Do you think love could redeem something like me? I could destroy you without meaning to,” this time he laughed but you knew this wasn’t anything he found funny. In fact, it hurt him to think there was any part of him that could cause you to recoil from the truth of what he was.

“But you haven’t because you don’t want to.” Again, his figure quickly distorted into something you were more familiar with. “Has it ever crossed your mind that I never wanted perfection, Lucifer?”

“Then what is it you want from me, if not to run?”

Your heart wound tight, it wasn’t difficult to tell him but you weren’t entirely sure if he’d even believe it. “Just you.”

He said nothing whilst your nostrils flared. “Just you,” you repeated.  

Lucifer's unblinking eye narrowed, its glow dimming just slightly as if your words had managed to reach that inscrutable part of him. “You walk the line between courageous and naive, my dear.” 

“Then I suppose it’s naive of me to hope you’re walking with me.” 

A faint pause. His wings shimmered behind him, his hesitation was palpable but not binding. “If you would dare to take such steps, then you will not tread alone.” 

It was resolute, his words settling like an oath.

Curiosity, they said, kills the cat. But in this case, it didn't. It brought you to a place you'd never thought you'd find. Lurking in the darkness of his true form, where love had no place for so long, you found the first glint of light.

A dark, dangerous light, but a light nonetheless.

© 2024 grimmweepers — do not repost, copy, translate, modify my work on any platform.

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[angstywaifu]

Black Dahlia - 30. The Hostage

Summary: War Games is under way, and Dahlia and Xaden have been assigned to find the high value target to secure the win for Fourth Wing. Who do you think they will find?

Garrick Tavis x OC (Dahlia Aetos)

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So far so good. We’d intentionally been the last to the flight field and therefore the last to leave. Meaning it was now getting dark as the sun dipped lower and lower. And so far I’d managed to keep our now slightly larger group hidden. We’d hidden in the sparring gym till nearly everyone had left, giving me time to practice with Amara’s ability. As long as I kept grounded and focused with a clear vision of what I wanted, I could keep the illusion up with ease.

I’d only faltered a few times while practising, mainly when Xaden had come back with Kai, Austin and Garrick in tow. And I had caught Garrick looking at me a few times. The pull towards him was honestly becoming annoying. I wouldn’t become another notch in his bed post, or another mare in his stable as I had come to call it. Luckily he had left shortly after, clearly having his own orders to carry out.

The outpost we were heading to was towards the edge of the map we had been given, but even with our later departure we had overtaken many of the other squads. The perks of us all having some of the larger dragons. Though Proth and Sgaeyl were definitely holding back to stay with Austin and Kai’s dragons, something I could tell was annoying them with how often they huffed.

”You really need to learn to fly in formation better.” I tease him, earning me a grumble through the bond.

”You’d be angry to if you were restricted in your speed on the first big flight since October.” He drawls back, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

He wasn’t wrong. The flying we had done so far was limited. The biggest prior to this was Squad Battle. And that wasn’t even that far compared to this flight. I always knew he was holding back, feeling how relaxed he was while flying, as if he was barely using any energy. Hopefully I could test his full power in the sky soon.

”Well maybe you shouldn’t have given me such a versatile and useful signet.” I tell him.

He huffs at me, something close to a chuckle through the bond. “That was all you little flower. Don’t blame me for your own doing.”

And yet again, he was not wrong. Dragon’s did not dictate our signet. The signet was an extension of the rider. Dragon’s only really dictated how powerful it was. So really I was to blame. Nothing new there.

In the distance the mountain range I had marked out comes into view. Even from here I could tell the top of the tower had crumbled away more as it no longer peaked over the top. Least if there was anyone guarding this hostage they wouldn’t be able to see us coming from there. Meaning we had a a slight advantage.

”Tell Sgaeyl we’re nearly there and should start our decent.” I tell Proth.

After a few moments and chuckles. “She says lead the way.”

I roll my eyes. “So much for him being a Squad Leader. Not seeing much leading going on.”

”Do you want me to relay that to?” He jokes.

”God no, he’d have my head.”

He probably wouldn’t, but I didn’t want to test that theory. It was clear Xaden didn’t mind my presence, but he probably tolerated me due to how useful my signet was to the Squad and the Wing. Or maybe he had the same opinion as me and was able to see through the stigma that had been drilled into us since the rebellion. Or maybe it was purely because of Bodhi and how close we’d gotten. But even then I knew Bodhi kept me at arms length with somethings.

Proth banks to the right, taking us down to a small gap in the trees where the dragons could hide while we approached on foot. There was no way I could hide them and us as we approached the outpost, and without Amara with us to help, we’d have to rely om the trees to shield them if any other squads came out this way. The ground shakes as we all land on the ground, a few trees losing a few branches as Sgaeyl and Proth clip them with their wings.

We all gather on the edge of the clearing, all of us checking to make sure our weapons are secure. “Lets get going. We only have a small amount of time to pull this off if one of the hostages is there.” Xaden tells us, all of us nodding in agreement.

He turns and leads the way towards the outpost as Kai, Austin and I trail behind. Kai and I work together to mask our approach. Kai muffling the sounds of our footsteps, while I cast out an illusion to hide us from anyone who could be watching. Which I doubt was anyone. We’d seen fighting in the distance and below us as we’d flown here. But out here on the outskirts of the map we’d all been given, we were yet to see another rider.

We break through the trees, stopping at the edge to watch and observe the tower. Even from here it’s easy to see the flicker of torches inside. There was definitely a hostage in there, and they were not alone. As if fate wants to prove my assumption, two infantry cadet strolls out of the front archway and take place either side as they scan their surroundings. We get confirmation my replication of Amara’s signet works when both their eyes travel over us and keep moving. Not even a double take.

”Cadet from the Quadrant or someone that's graduated?” Kai asks as he steps forward to get a better look.

I watch as shadows near the infantry move across the ground. Xaden. He must be able to use the shadows to gain intel. His signet was way more powerful than I thought. Though I’d barely seen him use it.

”Cadets. A first and second year.” He informs us.

Looks like we weren’t the only Quadrant that did events like this. Or they’d just gotten unlucky and got roped into ours.

”Well go take them out, we don’t have much time like you said.” I tell him with a smirk, Xaden cocking an eyebrow at my command.

Kai and Austin take a sharp intake of breath at my words, but quickly exhale as Xaden’s shadows wrap around the infantry cadets, silencing them with ease as he knocks them out. Least I hope he knocks them out. From here it’s too hard to tell if they’re still breathing.

”Happy?” He says back in a mocking tone before facing forward and motioning for us to follow.

Austin and Kai just shake their heads at me as we fall into step behind them. “I swear you have a death wish sometimes.” Austin whispers to me as we approach the tower.

”What can I say, I like to live life on the edge.” I tell her with a smile as she shakes her head at me again before we both focus on the task at hand.

I watch as Xaden commands the shadows ahead of us. Some of them dragging the two definitely unconscious bodies into a hiding spot, the others trailing into the tower to survey head. Noted, never pissing him off in the dark.

We creep into the tower even though they can’t hear or see us, but we act as if they can on the off chance I royally fuck this up. The stairs leading up the tower are caved in and destroyed, meaning our target was on this first floor, leading further into the mountain. I honestly couldn’t remember how deep this went. When we’d stopped here when I was a kid I’d only really been outside. Only stepping inside for a brief moment.

Ahead of us more torches flicker in the distance, casting an eerie glow down the corridor as the infantry cadets stand guard. From what I could see there was only half a dozen cadets ahead. All spaced out on the way down to the holding cells that I’m pretty sure were down the back of this corridor. And I had no doubt in my mind there would be more waiting down there guarding the cells.

Slowly we creep forward, all of us grasping our weapons, ready to attack if needed. These cadets were definitely oblivious to our presence. Even as Austin stumbles on a lip in the ground, swearing before she rights herself. Regardless Xaden still sends her a look over his shoulder which has the colour draining from her face.

We creep down the hallway, Xaden knocks out the cadets lining the hall as I push the illusion forward so the others think they are still standing there instead of the unintentional nap they now take. We make it to the end of the corridor with ease, all of us leaning around the corner to look into the room that holds the cells.

”Holy shit.” I mutter, stepping fully around the corner to see if what I see is real.

Sitting in the room surrounded by the cadets meant to protect him is the one person I didn’t expect to see. We knew there was a high chance of a high value target being kept here or in one of the old outposts no longer marked. But I wasn’t expecting to see him. Sitting in a chair, looking as if this is a waste of his time is my father.

I step around the corner, pushing the illusion behind me as I walk into the room, all the infantry unsheathing their weapons as I approach, but none of them make a move to harm me. All of them frozen to the spot as I walk completely unphased into the room.

My father raises his head, his usual sinister smirk spreading on his face as he meets my eyes. “Well this is a surprise,” he drawls as he leans back in the chair. “Though I really shouldn’t be surprised. I knew if you or Dain got a look at that map you would figure out what was missing. I just thought your brother would figure it out over you.”

I smirk at him. “Well unlike that brother of mine, I have a Wing who thought to use me to their advantage. Your little prodigy won’t be coming to rescue you.”

I see the annoyance flicker in his sandy brown eyes at my words. Dain was his pride and joy. The one he expected and wanted to succeed in the Quadrant. And yet here I was, about to be his saviour. Though it was tempting to just leave him here. But we needed those points. Damon and the Wing were relying on us.

”Don’t speak too soon Dahlia. You still need to take out those guards, and from what I can see you are severely out numbered here.” His tone venomous as he practically spits out the words at him.

I can’t help but smirk at him, knowing that in a matter of moments he’s going to be even more annoyed by who is here to rescue him. I raise my hand, motioning to Xaden and Austin behind me. Immediately shadows swarm across the floor, swirling around half the cadets as they restrain them, the swords dropping to the floor as the metallic clang echoes around the room. The other half getting thrown across the room, landing in a heap on the floor. Noted, don’t piss of Austin either.

My fathers eyes go wide as he realises the signets at play, trying to push out of the chair to get away. But Xaden is prepared for that, shadows jumping up from the floor and wrapping around his wrists and ankles as they bind him to the chair. As the cadets fall unconscious and drop to the floor I drop the illusion, revealing the others behind me.

”Of course you would fall in with that lot.” He spits out at me. “Such a disappointment.”

I crouch down in front of him, resting my arms on my knees as I smile up at him. “Good thing I’m use to being the disappointment. It’s just my normal around you.”

I stand, turning my back on him as Kai and Xaden move forward to restrain him for the ride back to the Quadrant, not missing the look Xaden gives me as I walk past them and out of the room. If it were up to me I would have tied him up and left him there for the other leadership to figure out where he was.

The flight field is filled with dragons and riders as we make our decent, and we are clearly the last ones back. I see Damon pacing back and forth nervously at the front of the formation where the leadership stand waiting for us. Various Professors, Scribes and other military personnel sitting in front of the corresponding Wingleaders. All watching us land just as the sun starts to rise. We’d made it just in time.

I don’t know how many points the hostages are worth, but I can already tell that we will be jumping into the lead once we pull the hood we’d placed over my fathers head. I had to commend Austin for the idea of the big dramatic reveal, knowing we would be the group to throw the win in our favour. Xaden had rolled his eyes, but had been suspiciously quick to follow through on the idea.

I jump off Proth, falling into step behind Xaden and Kai who grasp my fathers arms as they lead him towards the front. Around us whispers pick up, everyone curious to see who we’ve managed to get as our hostage rescue. The only thing they know is we have a rider, my fathers unmakred black uniform the only giveaway.

”Interesting way to transport your hostage.” Panchek notes as we stop in front of him.

”Couldn’t risk the enemy knowing who we had sir. For safety reasons.” Austin says way too happily as she pops her head around Xaden.

Panchek who clearly knows who is beneath the hood actually smiles at her, looking like he is holding back a laugh. I’d have to make sure to never forget this moment. Xaden reaches up and removes the hood, revealing my father to the entire Quadrant. I watch as Damon struggles to hold his excitement, the other Wingleaders looking at us in shock. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that we had the highest value hostage in our hands.

”The winners, of the first round of War Games. Fourth Wing.” Panchek calls out to the flight field, the cheers of Fourth Wing filling the space.

My father shrugs out of Kai and Xaden’s grip, brushing his uniform as if they’d tainted it by touching him. He turns and looks at me, a knowing look in his eyes. Normally he would be ripping into me and lecturing me, but he couldn’t here. He might be General Sorrengail’s second and be my superior, but he could no longer punish me the way he wanted. I had done nothing wrong in terms of the Codex. Just everything wrong in his eyes. I give him the sweetest smile I can before riders swarm us, Bodhi pulling me into a bone crushing hug as he gushes about how awesome that reveal was. But something told me I wouldn’t be able to escape my fathers punishment forever.

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[inhuman-obey-me]

The End Times

Well, here we are. The final lessons have been released, all in a flurry. It's been interesting times, y'all.

JK, they said the world of OM will continue, and we're not going away either. We still love our demonic dumbasses. This is, however, the last lesson of the apps. And, uh, we didn't talk about the last 3 before this either, considering the flurry.

So, maybe for one last time: let's get into it.

(spoilers up to NB Lesson 60)

Nightbringer

The first thing to address here, perhaps, is truly: for splitting off a whole ass second app titled Nightbringer, they really didn't tell us anything about him in the end, huh!

We never did get the answers to what he wanted out of our second set of pacts, what his deal with Solomon was, what his overall goals are, or who he even is. He just showed up, we got some early info on him, and then he basically fucked off for the majority of season 2 and basically all of season 3. At least they did end on a nice little message from him, though, echoing the start of the game...

So will we eventually get the answer to ANY of those major questions? The world may never know...

A Celestial Shitshow

What we do get, first, is the resolution of the whole Raphael arc of this season -- at least, the closest they could come to giving us a resolution.

We do not get a precise answer to what he felt or thought in the moment of Michael refusing to even try to appeal to Father on Simeon's behalf, which he was seemingly so unable to confront at the end of 55. However, after the collapse of Babel, Lucifer and Simeon go to talk to him again, more calmly this time.

The source of Raphael's distress comes down to loneliness. Like Simeon, he remarks how quiet it became in the Celestial Realm when the brothers, apparently the only loudmouth troublemakers that ever existed there, fell after the war. With the possibility of Simeon also becoming a demon, Raphael felt incredibly lonely at the thought of losing another former seraph and friend from the Celestial Realm.

Luke comes up to chime in about being there for Raphael, and Simeon realizes he doesn't want to just leave those "two kids" alone to fend for themselves. With that decided, he concludes that he is not so fine with becoming a demon after all, because he wants to return to the Celestial Realm for their sakes.

MC, with the help of Lucifer's power, then breaks through Babel's projection of collapse, which had reflected Raphael's distraught feelings, to restore it to its actual not-destroyed state, and further uses their new protection powers to return everyone to the Devildom. More on that later!

Also, Michael is a dick again. Raphael is set to be punished for the whole Babel thing, and Michael basically plans to let that happen, until Simeon threatens to "hold it against him" as a grudge. Which is hilarious, because Simeon has no real power or anything against Michael at this point, but angy Simeon is so scary, Michael apparently backs off.

Anyway, setting all the all of that aside, there's also still more SF to get through.

Three Worlds-building Science

In the process of restoring Babel, MC and Lucifer conveniently also remove all the demonic powers/energy from Simeon, so that works out nicely! He's no longer "demonic." However, of course, this couldn't just be such a nice simple wrap-up as that, so next, we get a whole bunch of lore-contradictory worldbuilding around the way cells work for each type of being!

It turns out, while angels and demons both have homogenous cells which are purely one or the other, human cells can actually transform into either one, in the right conditions. And although all demonic energy has been cleared out of Simeon, he apparently still has some of those transformed demonic cells, and it's possible he will have his demonic cells activate or start to transform again in the future. Plus, even with his decision that he wanted to return to the Celestial Realm after all, it's not really in anyone's control out of the cast to do that for him, and the Celestial Realm would not allow him back if he has any demonic cells.

This brings up some pretty terrible implications about the Celestial Realm, which we're not sure were the devs' intentions exactly, but which become implied nonetheless. After all, Simeon's punishment was to become a human, but if it's a known fact that humans can turn demonic and they would refuse to take him back with any demonic cells, even dormant ones, that's just a really shitty trap of a situation! Plus, they were able to convert his cells from angelic ones to human ones, so if they have the ability to change him at a cellular level, why can't they just purge the demonic cells from him in the process of changing him back to an angel? Lucifer has specifically noted before on his transformation to a demon that he supposed that was his punishment, so that also seems to have been a punishment inflicted by God, implying the ability to also manipulate the brothers at a cellular level into demons! And if human cells can become angel ones as well, what does that mean for Simeon's punishment of becoming human? Could the punishment be undercut by his cells naturally turning back to angel cells? Come on, devs, it's called consistency!!

But hey, it's not like this series has been particularly consistent on its lore in the past either...

Anyway, the Science Fair is still going on -- and Leviathan has a mad scientist moment, coming across a unique potion that could help with restoring Simeon back to a more fully human state, ridding his body of any dormant demonic cells! The problem is it requires three very rare and hard to procure ingredients, but it turns out Solomon had also thought about this potion a while back, so he conveniently already has two of the three rare ingredients! Part of the reason Solomon never brought it up before, however, is that the potion only has a 60% success rate and is known to have some pretty bad side effects including the briefest mention of possibly even death???, and with how complicated Simeon's feelings had been up to this point, it didn't feel like there had been a good time to bring all that up.

Deciding that Simeon can decide for himself if he wants to take the risk after the potion is ready, we have a little adventure to obtain the third ingredient that places us back in the Starfall, which we visited during our time in the past. We momentarily have to avoid the subject of the past as Leviathan recalls that you were there, but is brushed off as misremembering because that wouldn't make sense, after all! Haha...ha...

Leviathan makes the potion for the Science Fair, and then Lucifer and MC keep Simeon company while he takes it. Simeon begins to succumb to the potion's effects pretty quickly, but Lucifer steps in to try and take the pain from Simeon and transfer it to him -- with MC then also stepping in to help share it. Simeon ends up not suffering as much, but is still knocked out with a fever for a bit.

Upon waking from his fever and analysis of his cells and some other genetic science, Simeon has now returned to his fully human state, meaning that he should be able to get back to the Celestial Realm! -- if they'll have him.

The end of the game seems to initially imply that he might be reinstated as an angel -- but the very last text we see is that Simeon will be opening up the Angel's Halo again in the human world. So is Simeon still a human? Did he become an angel again but they have him stationed in the human world?? No clear answer!!! Why would they ever end the final lesson on giving us any clear conclusions? Nope, never, and so here we are with no more lessons and yet another big fuckin' cliffhanger.

Well, they did say there are new projects in progress, at least...

Anyway, Later is Now

So, back to MC and how overpowered we've become.

Through this last season, there has been a focus on how much stronger MC has become, especially when it comes to their protective/defensive magic. We know it's because of the double-pacts, but that is a secret from most of the cast to avoid space-time fuckery.

In Babel, MC is able to control this magic for the first time. As mentioned above, we use our pact with Lucifer to break out of the illusion created by Raphael's breakdown, which also clears Simeon of his demonic energy. MC then uses their power, with some guidance by Solomon, to get out of Babel and return everyone to the Devildom.

That's a great sign, as otherwise MC has had zero control over this power activating. Of course, that means we have to use it one last time as the game comes to an end -- but this time, on the moon.

That's right. The Devildom moon is really into MC and is on a crash course to the Devildom (hi Majora's Mask) to also get some of that sweet, sweet MC power. Our cast gets thrust into having to deal with the situation as the final Science Fair competition, because the Research Institute is basically giving them the responsibility (with the House of Lords being ridiculous and not getting the news to Diavolo faster because, um, they suck).

Satan wonders if MC's protection power can be used here and stop the moon on its crash course, so of course that is what we are going to do. Solomon leads you up into the sky, and after a pep talk, leaves you to choose one of the brothers to help carry out this mission. Whichever brother you choose ends up getting knocked out in the process, to protect you. After a few days, we find out how to wake them back up and yay, they're conscious again!

With that handled, it's time for the classic OM tradition, throwing a goodbye party for the exchange students!! PARTY TIME! Everything's good now! Hurray!!!

Does this all seem rushed? Sure. Does it reek of them hurrying to tie up loose ends because this is the last lesson? Yup. How much of this was actually planned in this messy rushed way from the start anyway? Who knows! Did they also leave us on that big Simeon cliffhanger anyway, for funsies? Abso-fucking-lutely.

But that's it for the last 4 lessons! After 5 years, finally, MC has completed all of their tasks...congrats to us!!! 🥹

Now to wait for whatever new projects are coming next...

[im-notbean]

cod mafia au; like an overview

ok this is very silly i just got the idea and i need to writ it down

141

Leaders: John "Captain" Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, Gary "Roach" Sanderson.

Think of Price as this very dominating man whos all business and cigars, he's got a bit of a soft side for pretty men and women

Simon is built like a goddamned tank, he's a hunk and more down to earth but he knows his place. hes all business but has a good laugh here and their

Kyle's a stoner, he handles the drugs for a reason. he knows he's got a pretty face and uses that all the time, hes pretty much not very down to earth but he's the most loyal man Price ever knew and thats why he's still around

Soap's a barker, always pushing buttons and showing off with his too tight shirts and he's got a lethal puppy dog eyes. he's loyal but a fucking time bomb weather he's playing nice today or not

Gary's quiet, not by choice but because he's survived a fire. He came from a small apartment in east London and met Price, he's the first and Price's objective favorite because can you blame him. Gary's a tought cookie and has a knack for surviving any situation

Los Vaqueros

Leaders: Alejandro "Ale" Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Alejandro is a man of war, raised in the trenches of a cartel he left his old life to overcome the stereotype. he did but went south trying to fix his biggest regret

Rudy is brash, he was a rich kid with an even more powerful father who hated his son. Rudy joined because he knew Alejandro wouldn't stop until the cartel died. They both know the risk yet dive into it anyway

The two are a dynamic duo, if you see one the other isn't far away. they fuck around, kiss each other with a passion that rivals even the most secure marriages

They let themselves indulge in each other and with two conventionally sexy men making out, its a ploy to lure a sirens song but with heavy kisses and hickies

Las Almas

Leader: Valeria "Sin Nombre" Garza

Valeria is not ome to fuck around, shes a women in a male dominated field. and shes fucking adorable

one minute she'll be threatning to cut your dick off and the next shes patting your head as you tell her everything. her voice and bodie rival supper models, if sirens were real she'd have the body of one

she's sweet but a psychopath, after all she killed her second in command as soon as he started questioning her authority.

sweet but a fucking physco

Shadow Company

Leader: Phillip "Commander" Graves

Graves is a man with an accent thick as honey, it's southern american charm never leaving a single vowel he speaks

although Graves' company is a PMC his men know that they are more than just that, their a fucking unit with a hand on the government's most valued assest and claim to be "looking" for anything that goes missing

Graves admires the men and women he calls his shadows, each one more unique than the last. his land might not be as large as 141's but he makes sure his is under order and not rioting

the people who live under his land never leave, they know they are much better thier than in any other part of the other mafias territories

[venmondiese]

THE KINSLAYER

based on nightwish's kinslayer aka aemond's theme ✧ gifs: /feodor-dostoevsky // jeonwonwoo

AEMOND COULD HEAR THE LOUD NOISES FROM THE BROTHEL. He could smell the filthiness from it. He could feel it deep in his bones. He could sense it in the depts of his soul.

Aegon was much more careless than he was. As if he knew that he was doomed, destined to the seven hells, he left himself enjoy the pleasures of terrenal life, hedonistic natures for a doomed man.

Aemond wanted to be correct. When he was a kid, he dreamed of great things. Second sons often got nothing. And he wanted to be someone.

His own grandsire, Baelon, could have been someone. He was to be King, if the stranger didn't take him to soon. He would have been King. A second son.

Jaehaerys was a second son. Maegor was a second son. Even Aegon the First was second to his sister Visenya. Yet it was destined for him to be the ruler.

He thought of himself as worthy. He really did. Aemond Targaryen, rider of Vhagar. It was not something to be taken lightly. Vhagar, ridden by Visenya, Baelon, Laena. All of them were second best too.

It wasn't killing Lucerys what bugged him. He could not care less for the bastard boy. It wasn't making Rhaenyra suffer, though it wasn't how he planned it. She wanted him tortured, she wanted him to be sharply questioned when he just lost an eye. She ran away, with her impecable kin, secured on Dragonstone.

He made a mistake. He felt the power of what the Velaryons boys did when they bullied him. He was worthy. He was a Targaryen. And Vhagar was backing him up.

But sometimes, he didn't think losing an eye was worthy. Hidding it to not scare ladies at court. Cut the eyelids open so he could incrist a sapphire, like Symeon Star-Eyes. He learned how to chop men with a long staff with blades at both ends, just like the legendary hero did.

He wondered if he just wanted to feel something. If he just wanted to feel as someone special, worthy again. If he did, maybe they would admire him, or even care for him. Did they not?

Aegon had his own mess. Helaena had her own mess. Daeron wasn't even near King's Landing. His mother was busy ruling as his father was busier rotting.

"It's okay, my prince." The female voice says, in an attempt of soothing him as her hand caressed his forearm, and he sighed, his head on her lap as he looked into the room.

Brothels, even dirtiest, could have bedroom for the highlors attending. Aemond's naked chest was warm due to the fire, but not thanks to the physical intimacy.

It was a vain attempt of comfort. Aegon had invited him, to cheer him up and to celebrate his new title as King.

'Celebrate what?' He thought. 'I just started a war'

It haunts his dreams. The knowledge of what he did. The burden, the burning.

Kinslayer.

He found himself doomed. Haunted by a hateful nature inside him. It stirred, it boiled deep on his soul. Kinslayer.

A war between kin. The first drops of blood om his hands, tainting his very soul.

It felt good, at the beginning. He tried to rationalize it. A mistake. Vhagar lost control.

Because she did.

Right?

She had to. Because he didn't. It was... teasing. The power of being on Vhagar was just his arrongace, his vanity acting. Not him. It wasn't him. It couldn't be him.

He couldn't even look at his mother on the eyes. He could less look Helaena, hearing her horrified little scream as she found out.

His eye hurt. The emptiness of it, the wound that never fully healed. He couldn't even cry properly, not even for makind or his own doom.

'You lost one eye. How could you be so blind?' His grandsire said.

A need to understand. But there wasn't a need to forgive. He won't do that, for he has no reason. His mother called the war a curse from Gods themselves. She prayed, and prayed. But there wasn't any sense or truth to be followed. He even started to doubt if this was about ruling the realm.

"Do I have to pay you?" He asks, slightly unsure. Vulnerable, even. He hated it.

He was not used to this. Using a whore for comfort. Aegon laughed when he excused himself, asking for a whore, and he even congratulated him, a loud cheer all over the table.

Now he laid naked, curled up as his head rested on her lap. Warmth. Cosiness.

"No, my prince. The King has it covered"

The King. It was Aegon. The same Aegon who bullied him, and used to mock him. His big brother. Now, he was the King. It was his biggest fear, and another curse.

Was this a curse for his own ambitions? For wanting what wad the destiny of his elders? For preparing to rule even if he wasn't even acknowledged in his father's mind?

He sighed. His hair loose, the eyepatch lost somewhere on the room. He felt the touch over his cheebone, going up to move his hair to his back, her hands caressing his hair and head, in a soothing manner as she didn't speak more. He prefered silence after his vulnerable moment.

Being with a whore felt like meeting an old friend. It scared him, it bugged him in the wrong way. But who else can he turn to? The Gods have abandoned him to his luck, and with good reason.

He would prefer having a wife do it. He wondered that if he had one, she would be gentler than this, cozier than this.

He craved the love. He never tried to actively persuing a lady at court, so he had no wife. He couldn't go back to Floris Baratheon, he knew he cannot. Not as a Kinslayer.

He liked to picture his wife as beautiful lady. He does not imagine especifics, he is not demanding on that sense. He imagines her beautiful as the maiden herself, gentle and caring. Not judging him, even if his new curse made him a monster. If he had offsprings, would they love him? Afraid of his lost eye?

He realised that he has to thank the Gods. For not having a wife, or offsprings to pass the curse on. To share the madness with them.

Praying was in vain, for who would hear him? A slayer of his own kin. The blood of his sister was on his hands. Of her little son, that he murdered.

He had prayed to the Father. For him to save a place for Aemond. There are no gods. Not by your side.

He soon realised, he was as well doomed. Second son, kinslayer, murdered of his own nephew, on the skies mounting their dragons. Just as Maegor The Cruel did.

He won't become an acknowledged second son. He won't be worthy, he won't be remember greatly. He won't be a hero, unless he dies greatly. And he knows it. He lusts for this game, and he falls for every lie of it.

He looked at the flames, as if they could answer something to him. As if they could show him what was ahead of him. How he has to act. How he'll die.

A war was yet to come, and he knows he'll fight it. For he has nothing else to lose. He curses the Gods. How was he supposed to know?

[i-cant-sing]

Athena. I love her. But we really gotta discuss her separation anxiety cause it’s just ridiculous at this point

Yandere Athena, whether platonic or romantic, has separation anxiety issues, although I'd say platonic yandere Athena has it slightly worse.

Look she's teaching you otherworldly stuff so that you can keep up with her convos (and with everyone else in Olympus) and she doesn't mind you having a dumb look om your face, or even nodding your head too much like an overactive listener, just as long as you're with her. What she does mind is you coming late to class (even by a minute) or bunking her classes with some excuse about being sick or having to run errands with Hermes. It's bad enough as it is that you're not spending time with her 24/7, but to even weasel your way our of the few hours she gets with you? No, that just won't fly with her. So, everytime you went "missing" (u didn't come to her 😔), she'd send an Amber alert on your ass which basically meant for all the olympians that you better be returned to her arms within the hour or she will start a war. And usually, everyone would comply except for of course... Ares.

Look, the two siblings are deities of war, they will battle each other for you anytime. It doesn't matter what or who you prefer to be with, they will battle. On one hand, you prefer Ares because he's not clingy and breathing down your neck every second of the day like Athena (and she refuses to let you go unless u can answer all her questions correctly. U never can, because of her trick questions). Om the other hand, you prefer Athena because at least she's not yelling at you and forcing you to sit on a horse with her and go to war, blood being splattered pm your face as Ares takes one life after another, laughing manically.

Things would be a lot better (not for u) if the siblings decided to share you among themselves alone instead of with their other siblings✨️

[arieskorra]

Angry Katara is my lifeblood but have we talked enough about how beautifully emotional she is? Her heart is so full of love.

She sees Aang do something even mildly adorable and suddenly she becomes overwhelmed™️ and starts thinking of everything he’s been through, and how good he is to her and how happy he seems after the war, and how much she values his presence in her life and how noble and gentle and kind he is and how she thinks he brings light everywhere he goes, and she loves him more than she can express with words and suddenly she starts *sobbing* and Aang is like “oms are you ok??”

She looks at Sokka one day and suddenly he makes a face that looks exactly like their mother, and she starts to think of how far he’s come and how supportive he always was of her even through his misguided misogynistic boy years because she knows he’s never really been that way, he was just trying to be what he thought a man was, and now look at the man he’s grown into, and he sees her and says “are you alright? you’re staring at me funny. did i do something?” and she just starts *sobbing uncontrollably* (however she tries to keep it together bc he’s her brother and losing it in front of him is way too embarrassing lol)

All this to say I think what’s so beautiful about Katara is how her anger is something that comes from her capability to feel everything so deeply. It comes from love and a desire to protect the things that are precious to her, and when she helps others she is guided by empathy. She is so so so emotionally intuitive and not only that, but she also understands fundamentally that her emotions are a sacred part of her. She takes pride in them and lets them guide her and it’s so inspiring to me.

On a side note, Katara is 100% Cancer coded and you cannot convince me otherwise.

[projectbluearcadia]

Weird shower thought fantasy / crossover idea / headcanon

Partially in honor of the WHB devs finally releasing Lucifer (Selfie)

What In Hell Is Bad and Obey Me! actually take place in the same world, but WHB takes place before Obey Me, in the bad old days.

And God was upset that the kings had it so rough and reflected on himself a little. "Damn, I feel guilty about how those beautiful creations of mine died due to my negligence."

And so he decided they should be one big happy family.

He scoured Hell for what remained of the demon kings after a massive war that damn near destroyed both Heaven and Hell and gave their essence to his new creations. So, basically, he reincarnated them.

The birth/creation order was mostly determined by whose essence he was able to find first. Of course, that essence was mostly their sins that they left behind, so when they all fell from Heaven, they essentially resumed their duties as the seven kings.

And, purely because WHB Satan was (obviously) practically obliterated, God said "A'ight Luci's got a festering angie monster inside of him, so I'll just put what consciousness I could find from WHB Satan in there so it'll be kinda reasonable when he has to let it all out. Thank me later, son :P" <- the reason Luci became a single mother father.

Luci: Thanks a lot, God. First the virgin Mary and now this??

Funnily enough what God found was mostly WHB Satan's sweet side, which is the reason that OM Satan resembles (and likes) cats. The only one who didn't inherit the sin from his predecessor got it anyway because of his dad. Go figure.

The countries (Abyssos, Tartaros, Gehenna, etc.) no longer existed after the war, and Diavolo's lineage, which was probably descendent of one or more of the WHB's kings' vassals, was the one trying to pick up the pieces. The war continued because many of the angels were still complete dicks, but Diavolo's family eventually eradicated what had survived from The Big War™.

Excluding Gabriel, because Gabriel is a prick.

Which may or may not have been a factor in Lucifer falling from Heaven because he killed Gabriel on his way down. You know, because Gabriel was probably Lilith's executioner, given his history.

Then Diavolo, to signal the fresh start, said "We're not calling it Hell and Heaven anymore, now it's "The Devildom" and "The Celestial Realm." Less stigma. Very good."

And our dear Solomon? Well, you know how he is... I think there's definitely some things he hasn't told you...

Like how he was technically dead for a hot minute because of some magical mishap, which translated into a few thousand years in hell because of the way time flows there. His experiment gone wrong is also the reason why his appearance changed so drastically.

You'll ask him one day, "Hey, did you have purple hair in the past?" and he'll just start sweating profusely because he's very embarrassed about how often he did some *ahem* interesting things with the former demon kings. Asmo is the only one who still has that feeling from his past life :)

And, as far as how time flows and MC frequently traveling between the human world and hell in OM!, the travel is actually magically controlled by Barbatos, our resident overpowered god, who was annoyed by the time dilation/contraction and wanted to just visit his favorite tea shops in the human world whenever he wanted without f*cking around.

I mean, all of the demon kings knew how to go back and forth, but they had to do overly complicated shit to do it, so Barbie just said "sharing is caring" and perfected the magic by the OM! time period.

Of course there's an implication here that all events in Heaven/Hell are technically happening simultaneously from a human world perspective. Which isn't trippy at all.

And yes, OM! Barbatos and WHB Barbatos know each other. Because OM! Barbatos is (obviously) from a parallel dimension and took WHB Barbatos' name since he enjoyed the rose gardens WHB Barbie tended to. It's out of respect since he faithfully died for Leviathan in the bad old days.

Flawless joining of the worlds without a hint of plotholes (sarcasm).

(This is so random, but I hope y'all enjoyed my fever dream.)

[astaroth1357]

We Need To Talk About Nightbringer (the Person, Not the Game)

I'm still scratching my head over what Nightbringer's goal is here... How is MC involved? Why send them back in time? And, of course, who are they??

SPOILERS Up to Lesson 12 Below Cut

The Fuck is the Goal Here??

Sending the MC back just to form pacts makes no goddamn sense. If the MC acquiring pacts was the real aim, then that mission was already accomplished in the present-day. There's something more here.

Why send MC back to RIGHT NOW? What about making pacts AT THIS TIME is desirable to Nightbringer? Is the end game even having the pacts at all...?

I posit that Nightbringer wants war, specifically, another war between angels and demons. The imagery of scales brings to mind the fragile balance of peace that Diavolo was mentioning between the realms before. RAD isn't built yet, his goal to improve relations is still in its infancy, and the times are so tumultuous that MC risks an all out fight starting just being there. So if Nightbringer wants to make things come to blows, then this is the PERFECT time to send them to.

However...

What is this "path to happiness" all about? What does Nightbringer think will make the MC most happy...? And what about THEIR happiness is linked to his? Is he assuming that in a war of the three realms, MC would side with the demons and thus if demons win then MC will be glad? That doesn't really track with the MC as presented in game... They're generally shown as a peacemaker or bridge builder. I don't think a war would make them happy at all!

Ultimately, I don't think we can answer this question in any way that makes sense until we have a better idea of WHO Nightbringer is so....

Who is Nightbringer??

It's Barbs

This goes for any version of Barbs: past, present, future, or even an alternate self I guess. This only makes sense because we're dealing with a demon who does time travel and there's only one demon we know who fits this bill but... why?

I can't imagine any reason why Barbatos would betray Diavolo, at least the one we know. This guy is so loyal to his lord that he's the ONLY character who won't completely kowtow to MC's whims even in the OG game. His true loyalty was always to Diavolo. Not the realm, not demons, DIAVOLO. And if Diavolo seeks peace, then why on earth would Barbs want to cause a war?? Is he more bitter about things than we thought...?

If it's a different version of Barbs, then I guess this goes out the window, but even then what's an alternate Barbs care about this world specifically? What would he hope to gain? MC? Why?? The means are all here, but I just can't figure out the motive, so...

It's Not Barbs, but Connected to Barbs

You know. I've been thinking a lot about this and I've been considering how, thematically, it could be appropriate for Diavolo not to be the only one with a progenitor/parental figure out of commission. We can assume that Daddy Devil must of had an attendant like Barbatos to aid him like Dia has Barbs so...

What if Nightbringer is the old King's previous attendant? And what's more, what if they aren't Barbs but related to Barbs? Like a sibling or parent? It's important to note that Barbs' time capabilities are not INTERNAL to him. It's his room of doorways to other timelines. Presumably, anybody with sufficient knowledge could inherit that room and just take over the role of the Devildom's time lord.

I know it goes against all of our previous notions to think that Barbatos was, at some point, just an everyday demon and not some primordial, OG force of nature but none of that was canon anyway. Something to think about.

It's Michael

I know people keep offering up this one, but I'm really not buying it... Yeah, Michael has always been this looming, shady figure over the OM universe and he's canonically and non-canonically done some eyebrow raising shit, but what's the motive here? Plus, Nightbringer's thematic ties to, well, night really feel more demon than angel... The Celestial Realm is always sunny, the Devildom is always dark. I think it's just a stretch...

Michael wanting another war could be interesting, especially since we've seen far more of angels being actively antagonistic to demons than the other way around, but I don't think that makes him Nightbringer. At most, he could end up being a shadow ally in his plot to bring everything to a head once again.

It's Solomon

In truth, even I don't think Nightbringer is the Solomon we're talking to. But I still think it's suspicious that all of this plays out so perfectly for our present-day Solo-pal... Personally, I take anything this guy tells us directly with a grain of salt since we know he'll lie openly, so here are the facts we're working with:

We are interacting with our present day Solomon (or at least one with knowledge of who we are and our timeline's events).

Solomon is the only one in this current space who knows of our full history in the OG timeline.

This Solomon put himself not only in the position of being the ONLY ONE who knows us that we can interact with, but happily isolated us from the brothers and made himself our main point of contact.

And last (and perhaps most importantly) HE'S STILL TRYING TO MAKE PACTS. He approaches Lucifer about it and successfully makes a pact with Asmo centuries before he's supposed to! If my guy is really from the present, that's like, Changing the Course of History 101! What the hell???

Let me present to you a theory. He is not present-day Solomon, sent back to help MC. He is past-Solomon, caught up to MC's identity through Barbs' time powers and just playing the part of our modern-day buddy. If he's from the past, he doesn't have to worry about changing the present timeline like we do because that ain't even him we've been speaking to. It feels like he has this bet going with Nightbringer... they have some kind of wager and MC is key to it. They're the one who'll tip the scales and Solomon is trying to get us to stay on his side.

It's Not Solomon, but Connected to Solomon

There's something off about Solomon that everybody, LITERALLY everybody, makes comments on: how he doesn't seem human anymore.

The OM timeline introduced the idea that a person can become something else, no matter what they started out as. The brothers were angels, but they fell, so they became demons. Simeon violated angel rules, so he was made into a human. The idea of corruption related to Solomon has always stuck in the back of my mind... The guy has over 70 pacts, he's lived for several centuries at least, and there's just something NOT RIGHT about him...

When Solomon and Nightbringer are speaking to each other, this line stuck out to me.

I find this comment so damn weird. If Nightbringer is a demon and has always been a demon, why would Solomon feel the need to lampshade this? He's pointing it out as if it's meant to get under Nightbringer's skin... Why state the obvious?

What if Nightbringer wasn’t always a demon?

Nightbringer refers to and brings up his demonness as much as Solomon brings up his humanness. That, to me, reeks of insecurity. They may not just be fighting on the lines between demons and humanity, but fighting each other/themselves to prove who's side they're actually on.

What if Nightbringer is a fully-corrupted Solomon? Either a Solomon in the future who's fucking around with the past or a Solomon in this timeline/dimension that's trying to use MC to cause destruction for his world??

..... Okay, I do know this is a bit of a reach. As much as I would love to blame the sorcerer, Nightbringer still seems like a being who's just... been around a while. Far too long to start fucking up shit now. It's possible that if he is from the future and just hopping through time, there's nothing stopping him from going back however far he wants to, but then you could get into the "You are your own grandfather" paradox and the next thing you know we're in another installment of Kingdom Hearts where time is our worst enemy.

HOWEVER, the idea of corruption DOES bring me to my wildest theory yet.

What if Nightbringer wants MC to become a demon...?

Think about it.

It could explain why Solomon is trying so hard to make MC remember and side with their humanity.

It could explain why Nightbringer sent them there under the guise of demon to start with.

It could be why he wants them to make their pacts again. He's trying to seduce them into fully embracing the demonic world through their connection with the brothers.

Humans die, right? Why not be a demon and not have to worry about it?

Throw away the Ring of Light.

Stay by your demons' sides.

Embrace the darkness.

Join the damned.

And when that big'ol battle that he wants happens, he'll have the most powerful sorcerer/sorceress, fully demonized, fighting for his side against God himself.

..... Or that's my spec script anyway. Probably too out there, but man would it be fun...

[sparkbeast20]

aside from obm lucifer, whb kings would sweep the floor with their obm counterparts

I love my demon brothers... But if I have to say...

Most of them sadly, maybe cause Solmare isn't using the demon brothers powers or they just slap *they cast a spell that solve the problem*

Note: Even though I believe that power scaling is a big components in battle/fights. I'm a truly believe in David and Goliath style of fighting. Where strength isn't everything you can outwit your opponent it just leans on how experience they are.

Let start, I'm open to debate with these.

WHB!Mammon has defense and OM!Mammon has speed. WHB!M can create a building around him or use his shield to protect him, OM!M has to be quick about it. Cause once shield is up or his protection, OM!M hope that WHB!M ran out of his power. Cause WHB!M has one of the best defenses.

WHB!Leviathan and OM!Leviathan is the closest I could see matching, both can summon monsters and both can survive being underwater.

WHB!Belphegor and OM!Belphegor, Hm... Sorry, Belphie. But have you seen Beleth's event where WHB!Belph place everyone what is close to a infinite tsukuyomi/Genjutsu and he turned into a three eye skeleton that shoot lasers. Though, WHB!Belph had said that he might be powerful but because of his sin. He won't fight as much. OM!Belphie has a chance if he attacks first.

WHB!Satan and OM!Satan, you might think that is a brain and brawns fight. But WHB!S knows his ways around a battle field, hell he lives to the fight and violent. I kinda think that OM!S has a chance if he can outsmart him with traps and curses. But OM!S has to deal with WHB!S devil form.

WHB!Asmodeus and WHB!Asmodeus... *Leaving out the they'll just fuck joke here* Both seem to have mind altering powers, however again WHB!A has experience in battles... *insert that one official pic of him fighting with his dick out.* OM!A might have fought in the celestial war, and I doubt that Asmo would fight him.

WHB!Beelzebub and OM!Beelzebub, OM!B has the strength and durability that can last a fight, so WHB!B has to outsmart him by using all his ability to tire him out.

These are my thought and I'll happy to hear from people's thought on the brothers vs Kings.

I've been think of these demons/devils fighting ever since Asmodeus from WHB was revealed, I want to do a second part of my om x whb fic.

[milaisreading]

Unexpected meeting during war times...

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open. Set during WW2, nothing serious is going on, just some light-hearted writing.

(C/n)-Country name

Hana is the shorter version of Hanatamago, which is Finalnd's dog in the manga.

🌍Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya🌏

"Hana? Why are you growling like that?" (Y/n) asked as she observed the white dog. Both her and Finland's dog were relaxing on a field that was a little bit further from the country's house.

'Maybe she misses Finland and is acting out? She never growled at anyone, let alone at thin air. The poor girl.' (Y/n) thought as she picked the white do up, hugging her tightly. Finland left Hanatamago in her care when the war started on Europe's mainland, citing that the dog would be safer with someone who was neutral, but also someone he trusted. (Y/n) will make sure to comfort her!

"Ahh~ it's alright, Hana. Finland will be back soon and you will be back at his home." She sighed sadly, but the dog didn't stop growling, instead she started struggling in her hold.

"Hana! What's wrong? You didn't act like this ever around me-" Before (Y/n) could finish her speech the dog got out of her hold and ran towards the opposite direction of her house, all the while barking.

"Hana!! Come back!!! The forest has big animals and birds of prey!!" The country yelled as she quickly got up and ran after the dog, already imagining the worst scenarios.

"Hana!"

It took (C/n) 20 minutes, but she eventually found the dog, still growling behind a bush. Sighing in relief, she silently ran towards the dog and picked her up. Hana looked startled for a moment, but her distressed mood switched into a cheerful one when she saw it was (Y/n). Before the country could ask anything, she heard two loud voices... two familiar, loud voices.

"You pasta loving imbecile! Look what you did! God knows where we are!"

"How is this my fault, England! I was in a completely different aircraft!"

Behind the bush (Y/n) watched in shock as England and Italy, an Allied force member, and a Axis powers member arguing with each other. In her forest... in a neutral place. Now, (Y/n) was no coward for the most part, but she panicked for a moment. She wasn't much of a fighter, and they were pretty powerful compared to her. Just now she realized why Hana was acting out.

"Uhmm.... what are you two doing here?" Against her better judgement, (Y/n) walked closer to the two, who stopped arguing and looked at the girl. Both were confused as to who she was, and she couldn't blame them. (Y/n) wasn't really social, and most of the time her boss only goes to meet other countries. So naturally they didn't know her, except for the Nordics, Belgium, Russia, and Netherlands, she never met anyone. The only reason she knew how Italy and England looked is because the other Nordics showed them to her on photos, or she would see them in newspapers.

"Who are you?" The green-eyed country asked suspiciously, letting go of Italy's collar.

"I never met you, but you are such a bella donna! Do you come here often?!" Italy was the complete opposite, he quickly ran up to and took her hand in his, surprising (Y/n) and agitating the dog even more.

"I-I... uhm..." She stuttered out in embarrassment.

"Will you stop making her uncomfortable." England sighed at Italy's antics.

"Where are we, miss? And what is your name."

The girl looked away from Italy, who was rambling about going on a pasta date, and looked at England.

"Ehm... I am the personification of (C/n), and right now you are on my territory. How did you even get here?" England blinked at her for a moment, then his eyes slowly widened as he registered her words.

'Crap! This is a neutral country we are om! Will she chase us with guns like Switzerland?! Or arrest us?!'

"Bella! I never saw you in my life before! Why don't you come to meetings more often?! You are so beautiful, it would make me more excited if I knew you were there as well!" Italy pouted as (Y/n) grew increasingly more nervous.

'Well, this is certainly something new.' England thought to himself as they sat in (Y/n)'s living room, both served tea and some baked goods as the country sat across from them. Hana, who neatly bit off Italy's finger, was sat on the floor next to her, eating.

'I hope my boss will do something soon. He probably heard by now that these two landed here.'

"This cake is really good! Did you make it?!" Italy suddenly broke the silence as (Y/n) looked at him.

"Oh! Yeah, it's a cake Denmark and Iceland like to eat, so I learned how to make it. I am surprised it didn't come out burned this time." (Y/n) laughed nervously while taking a sip from her tea.

"Now then, let's get to the point. Why didn't you arrest us?" England sudden question caused both Italy and her to look at him.

"Why would I arrest you two?" (Y/n) questioned.

"You are a neutral country in this war, it would be pretty normal for you to do that when two countries, that are at war, invade your territory." England explained as he drank some of the tea as well, surprised by how good it tasted.

'This is nearly as good as the one back at home!'

"Oh? Is that so? I am very unfamiliar with war and how that works, since I mostly keep to myself. I guess I should have asked Denmark, Norway, or Sweden for some advice." She mused for a moment as Hana jumped on her lap.

"But, I don't see the point in arresting you two for an accident, and you didn't cause me any damage."  She answered right back as England looked at her stunned.

"You are so kind! The kindest country I ever met! Can we please stay in contact?!" Italy cheered as he walked to (Y/n)'s side and grabbed both her hands.

"I don't know if that's a good idea! Besides, I am fine with the friends I have so far." The girl answered back, growing flustered at his closeness. Growing annoyed with Italy, England walked over to him and tried to separate them.

"Let go of her! That's no way to treat a lady!"

"Please, I know how to treat you well!" Italy ignored the blonde, but before she could utter any protest while Hana kept on barking, her door was slammed open.

"What is going on?!" (Y/n) yelled as the two males looked equally startled.

"Dude, England?! Where are you?!"

"America..." England groaned in frustration as (Y/n) got her hands out of Italy's grip and hugged Hana tightly.

"Italy! You imbecile, where are you?!"

"Germany is here as well!" Italy said cheerfully.

"He just insulted you." (Y/n) said in disbelief.

"Aru~ you all are making too much noises!  Russia, you said you know your way around here."

"Da, that's true, comrade. I am very well acquainted with (C/n)."

"You know Russia?" England asked as Italy looked at the girl in surprise.

"We have a history, you can say..." (Y/n) said back.

"Mon ami is full of surprises these days."

"Enough now, we need to find Italy-san and England-san before they get in trouble."

As the two countries made their way out of the living room, (Y/n) stayed rooted to the spot while Hana started growling again.

'Why are the Axis and Allies in my house now?!'

[momojedi]

— RETURN pairing. crosshair x gn! reader

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type. oneshot note. couldn't contain myself with the release of the s3 trailer ... so have a little crosshair fluff! along with some sweet crosshair and wrecker reunion warnings. fluffy flamingo fluff word count. 839

star wars masterlist || pinned post

"Easy, buddy, I got you." That voice.

Despite his delirious state, Crosshair couldn't help but recognise it, yet he couldn't exactly pinpoint as to where he'd heard it before - it felt so close ... so intimate, in a way.

He tried to grasp a clear image of what was going on, of who that voice belonged to, but as soon as he'd opened his eyes, he already regretted it. The world blurred into a sea of colours and the blaster sounds in the distance barely reached him, dimming into the background. Deciding that he could worry about his faceless hero later, his mind immediately went on to the next important subject he could think of.

"Find ... " he slurred, trying to piece any kind of comprehensive sentence together, "Ome ..." He couldn't even properly finish his sister's name before his lights went out.

Two and a half hours.

That’s how much time had passed since you all had victoriously reached the Marauder and taken off into the safety of hyperspace.

And it’s also how much time had passed since Crosshair had been knocked out, holding loosely onto you with an arm draped around your shoulder as you tried your best to support his weight and taller frame while also holding off the blaster fire of the stormtroopers.

“He’ll be fine,” Wrecker tried to cheer you up, gently patting your back, “It ain’t the first time he’s been knocked out.” You tried your best to give him a small grin, yet the doubtful grimace of a smile was all you could manage.

Normally, lifting a team member’s spirit would’ve been Hunter’s job. However as soon as the sergeant had laid his eyes upon Crosshair’s broken state, dull brown eyes staring back at him, Hunter’s leader facade had cracked.

You knew he blamed himself for Crosshair and Omega’s imprisonment and the endless torture they likely had been put through. Night after night had you sat next to him, embracing him and whispering sweet nothings. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what kind of weight he carried wordlessly upon his shoulders.

As soon as you’d gotten a hold of the two, Hunter had seen red, fully blinded by all those emotions, all that anger that had been he'd been battling internally for weeks, even months now. He hadn’t hesitated to put a blaster shot between any imp he'd come across on your way back.

You couldn’t blame him. Had you not been holding on to Crosshair, you likely wouldn’t have acted any differently.

The sudden string of mumbled words brought you back to the present and your gaze immediately settled on the unconscious sniper now slowly but surely waking up. He blinked, once, twice before shutting his eyes again and frowning, reaching up to shield his face from the burning lights. "Ugh, Wrecker," he hissed, "Dim the knifing lights, they-"

Suddenly his words were caught in his throat as his eyes widened and he shot up, scanning his surroundings for a second before settling on Wrecker. "You - you're here!" An expression of bewilderment and surprise stretched across his face and before you knew it, tears were glistening in the corners of his eyes.

Wrecker rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "Yeah, well ... we couldn't let the Imps keep our best marksman, could w- oof!" Before he could finish his sentence, he was engulfed into an uncharacteristically tight hug as Crosshair wrapped his arms around his big brother. Hesitantly, Wrecker raised his arms before returning the hug and soon enough, there were tears falling on both ends.

You smiled as you watched the reunion unfold, and after a few minutes of loving silence, you stood from your seat on the rack, ready to head out and give the brothers some space to catch up before Wrecker cleared his throat.

"Uhm," he started, pulling back from the embrace and rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, "I think you two have might have some stuff to talk about, too." He then swiftly headed out, though not without giving you an encouraging grin.

You two wordlessly eyed the floor for what felt like an eternity. What does one say in such a situation? You didn’t know. And it seemed neither did he.

“I’m sorry.” Crosshair finally broke the silence. You looked up. “What?”

He sighed, averting your gaze. “I’m sorry - about everything. How I treated my brothers, Omega … not to mention you.” Finally he glanced at you, brows furrowed and the familiar wetness sparkling in his eyes once more. “I fucked up. I - Shit, I could’ve killed you, I could’ve-”

You shut him up by pressing your lips against his. For a second, the marksman is taken aback before kissing back, carefully cradling you in his arms and pulling you closer to his chest. After what felt like forever, you were pulled apart by the fatal requirement that is air. When your breathing finally stabilised, you hummed, pressing your forehead against his.

"I'm just happy you're back."

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@patapouille

[still-a-morosexual-help]

"Father of Demons"? Anyway my new theory is that Nightbringer is God. Why? Because it'll be really funny and it'd fuck Lucifer up

Is it a crack theory? Yes. Is Nightbringer probably Barbatos? Yeah. Does it make sense? Not really. Am I gonna drag canon into this to see if I can convince you? .........

ANYWAY;

He was the only one around so he created two factions of directly opposing power to fight each other for his entertainment. Like a giant chess game against himself

• Literally like a giant chess game. Which is why the angels all wear white and the demons wear black or darker colours and both are generally opposed to wearing each other's clothes

• Symbolism! Bringing it all back around! Because Diavolo beating angel! Lucifer, in a chess game, is what makes Lucifer listen to Diavolo and start considering his point of view - that the War needn't go on

• No one knows why the War started, only that it's been going on for as long as they can remember.... because there was no one else around to know!

• Lucifer says that God never tried to find a solution to the War and wonders why.......

• The angels and demons need to be as opposite to each other as possible, so that they don't realise there's no real difference between them. God stayed in the Celestial Realm and enforced extremely strict laws while the demons were left to their own devices with no "Father of Demons" to guide them, making them extremely free but also extremely chaotic. And this truly is the biggest difference between the angels and demons in OM! as the angels are not "holy" and the demons are not "evil"

• Why someone has taken great care to hide all evidence of Nightbringer, including ripping out pages in old books

• Why Nightbringer is apparently powerful enough to get MC to travel through time and space

• The opportunity to go back around to and address the fact that Lucifer's biggest fear is his father

• The fact that Nightbringer knows so much about everyone like he has constantly being watching even though he never interacted with the others before

• The fact that Nightbringer was able to stop Adam from entering the Celestial Realm

• The fact that Nightbringer knew what would happen in the future (MC helping Adam, MC going against Solomon)

• The fact that Nightbringer transported MC when things started settling down in their own universe - the realms may not have been on the best terms but by the end of S4 they were steadily heading there and MC had a valid reason to spend more time in the Devildom. God was okay with the Chess Game stopping because he still got a soap opera out of it but then things started settling down and everything was calm and he was bored again so he plucked MC out and put them into an alternate universe where things are somehow worse than they ever were in MC's original universe - and he then gets two new soaps out of it - 1.) MC trying to deal with this new BS while a war breaking out keeps getting teased 2.) The brothers in the original universe absolutely losing their shit and falling apart

Forget what you think Solmare will actually do (possibly make Barbatos Nightbringer) - was I convincing? Did you actually stop and think "hey, wait a minute...."

[posts made by a conspiracy theorist from the devildom]