#hellbound fool

[hannahhook7744]

Might make an updated version of this regarding the newer version of the au, lol.

In the Claudine Madrigal AU -

So, what happens when Bruno wants to know where Claudine keeps going and finds her going to that workshop place or whatever it was that LeFou was working in? And, you know, she's just showing up, making excuses to go there, "accidentally" dropping toys and then having to bring them in to be fixed, the two of them just standing there avoiding each other's gaze blushing occasionally saying something and then second guessing it....

Well, Bruno figures out what's going on.

("So now what do I do?" Bruno asks helplessly. "Do I talk to her? Do I talk to him? What do I tell him?"

"You tell him if he hurts her you will hurt him right back," says Felix, who gave Mariano quite a talking-to after he proposed to Dolores.

"That's nothing!" laughs Agustin, who had given each of his daughters' respective future husbands several intense warnings the first time he met them. "You tell him that if he so much as says an unkind word to her, he will regret it. In fact, just say you saw horrible things happen to him if he does - then he really won't dare do anything."

"That's not what you told Bubo that time," Bruno points out suspiciously.

"I didn't have to tell him anything - he literally tripped over himself to tell me that he would never harm Isabela and that he would treat her like an angel. He's almost as clumsy as me," Agustin says fondly of his eldest son-in-law.

"That's because Luisa had told him that if he hurt Isabela she would break him. Literally," says Dolores from the corner of the kitchen where she is making herself a cup of coffee.

"Oh," Agustin says.

"Well," Felix says. "First you want to find out what kind of boy he is. He has a brother, right? Go talk to him. Talk to his friends. Ask them how he treats them, how he talks, if he loses his temper a lot, if he's kind to little old ladies who ask him to help them cross the street, if he's had any previous, ah, courtships-"

"Did you do this with Mariano?" Dolores wants to know.

"Actually, I did," Agustin says, "since we all thought he'd be marrying Isabela at the time."

Twelve-year-old Marco, Mariano and Dolores' eldest, poked his head into the kitchen. "So there's this guy in the front who we found trying to slip a note under the door and it has Claudine's name on it?"

"What?" Bruno demanded.

"Overprotective papa, eh?" Felix laughed as Bruno left the kitchen, heading toward the front of the house.

"You were the same," Agustin reminded him, then raised his voice. "You tell him, Bruno!")

So, um, yeah. What would his reaction be?

It was a toyshop that LeFou was working in.

And you described their interactions almost perfectly. The only thing you were missing about soaring angel/hellbound fool's interactions were how often Lee falls/trips around her and how she doesn't always reveal herself to him. Because again, she was given the gift of invisibility and would definitely use that to her advantage... at least occasionally. In not alot of creepy ways.

And you're right. Bruno definitely would figure out what was going on (with or without a bit of help from his brothers' in law). Which would somehow end up a family discussion because everything ends up a family discussion in this family.

Poor Bruno has no idea what to do because Claudine has never so much has even looked at a boy in anything but a platonic way. So of course, he's stuttering and stumbling, muttering and mumbling, trying desperately to figure out what to do.

And absolutely everyone has their own opinion on that.

Félix and Agustín are just like "use scary words".

Abuela is all glares.

Pepa offers to scare him off with lightning.

Julieta is just all sighs and head shakes in the background.

Maribel is silently planning a way to warn both Lee and Claudine on what is going to happen before it happens without embarrassing either of them or revealing anything unknown.

Isabella is suggesting scaring him with her vines and cactuses.

Antonio is in between scaring Lee with his animals or warning him/Claudine on what the others are planning.

Mariano is already writing an encrypted poem of warning just hoping Lee will get it in time. Bubo is thinking of a way to get it to him.

Dolores is just shaking her head sympathetically, remembering what happened when she got together with Mariano.

And Luisa is already planning on the same talk she gave Mariano and Bubo.

Miguel, Isabella's son who is a tourney player at Auardon, is dying of laughter.

And all the other cousins are just off, minding their own business since they're all too young to be apart of this family discussion.

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"Well," Félix says. "First you want to find out what kind of boy he is. He has a brother, right? Go talk to him. Talk to his friends. Ask them how he treats them, how he talks, if he loses his temper a lot, if he's kind to little old ladies who ask him to help them cross the street, if he's had any previous, ah, courtships-"

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Sorry Félix. That one is gonna be tricky since his friends are all pirates who live in Auardon. And considering that his living siblings, including his brother, are all younger than your eldest grandson 😆 .

His cousins would probably be a better bet but you couldn't be too obvious about it because then they'll get defensive and protective of Lee. Especially the Gaston twins, since they're the oldests.

But then again, they could tell you that he hasn't dated anyone before. How he hasn't even flirted with anyone else before.

But you could also just ask other people in the town, because they could answer that.

Little old ladies could tell you how kind and sweet and polite he is to them and how patient he is with them when crossing the street. And when helping them carry their groceries.

You could ask the children of the town how kind and patient he is with them when they come into their toy shop. How he wipes away their tears and assures them that their toys will be fine. An easy fix and always charges them a fair amount.

You could ask anyone and everyone and they'll tell you that Lee is a kind boy. A clusmy odd one, sure, but still a kind one. A bit slow sometimes but hardworking and supportive and just doing what he can to get by.

Also I would love to see just what Bruno says to Lee after that incident lol.

[morgana-ren]

if gortash survived and gale become god of ambition would gortash change or stay with bane?

Oh, he is absolutely staying with Bane.

See, there's ambition, and then there's ambition. While both Bane and Gale can be considered to have some degree of hold over the idea of 'ambition,' it is in very separate ways.

Gale is a more wispy, arrogant version of ambition. Ambition in general. Needing favor bestowed to follow a dream or perhaps a whim. Wishing for a little extra push. A look in the right direction, the right kind of attention, the simplest detail to bring together a complex spell for the first time. The right book, the right time, the right person.

The studious wizard; the eager bard; the bright-eyed swordsman; the gifted student; the young and the hopeful and the hubris.

Bane is grit and hands in the dirt. He is the fire that forges the blade and the hammer that shapes it. He is the desperate, the angry, the cruel, and the brutal. He is strength and power, and if you do not have it of your own volition, you do not deserve it.

The hellbound boy; the sneering warlord; the cruel architect; the ruthless king; the empty-eyed killer.

Bane will not give you ambition, but he will show you how to claim it if your nerves are iron enough to withstand. He is blood under the nails, tears long dried, and fury so hot that it burns even the wielder. He is lack of forgiveness. He is brutality. He is might is right and compassion is weakness.

The desperate do not turn to Gale. The hopeful turn to Gale. The arrogant. The needy. Those wishing they were recognized. Those chasing a dream. Those with the stars still in their eyes.

The desperate turn to Bane. They are not hopeful. They are tears long dried and hatred and blood like fire. They will mould the world like clay because they can, and because you cannot stop them. The world showed them no pity, and you shall receive none in turn.

Bane is the Black Hand that destroys and crushes and burns, and rebuilds in His image.

Gale is the ethereal hand that guides like a gentle wind from time to time. Indifferent and so terribly soft that sometimes you cannot even feel it. Inconsequential. Pointless.

Gortash is not a starry eyed child. He is whipped and flogged and wrung dry. He cannot count on anyone but himself, and he will tear down the walls with his own two fucking hands if he must. He is domination and tyranny through deceit and intelligence and strategy and strength.

Gale would wash his hands of Gortash-- and Gortash would never look to such an unrealistic ideal in the first place. Blood begets blood. He knows this. No adorable ideals spouted by arrogant heels will change this. Death, blood, strength, and cruelty. These are pillars-- they are not follies.

Gale, against Bane, is yet another frivolous, useless God with no real point but their own self-worship. Followed by fools, depended on by fools. Bane does not offer meager blessings and pageantry. He offers change, if you are strong enough to take it. He offers power, if you are clever enough to keep it. He offers a doctrine that will justify and even exalt you for these choices. Wash away the pain with blood and rebuild in your own--and his-- image. Take what is yours by right.

Show no mercy, for you shall be shown none. This is the way of the world. The strong eat the weak and take as they please. You can be fodder-- or you can be king.

No God can hand you this power. But Bane will smile as you take it.

[justdiptych]

Having been ruminating on the possible link between Archie Reid of Mask of the Rose and September of Fallen London, and having been informed what a fool I am for suggesting there might be one, I've been trying to formally lay out the evidence for and against them being one and the same, and to reckon with the unavoidable uncertainties. (Some serious spoilers for both games appear below the cut.)

FOR:

Both have red hair, green eyes, and very similar facial features.

Both are written with similar accents.

Both have established connections to the Calendar Council - September is a member, of course, while Archie is familiar with May.

Both write and publish revolutionary texts.

Both have hostile relationships with Mr Pages - Archie can expose Pages as being personally responsible for the Fall of London.

September's dialogue suggests that, like Archie, he was a student in London at the time of the Fall.

AGAINST:

September's stated background - on a baronial estate near Balmoral - does not align with Archie's stated origins in Glasgow. (See below for further examination of this point.)

Unlike other Mask of the Rose characters (Griz, Horatia, Moss, Pages, Ferret, May, Reginald, Barqujin and Batachikhan), September makes no appearance at Mrs Chapman's in Fallen London.

September doesn't mention having any history of medical practice.

UNCERTANTIES:

Our knowledge of Archie's background is complicated by the fact that 'Archie Reid' is not his original identity. He was, instead, Lucian, an officer and spy who had travelled much of the world. He had tried to warn the people of London of the impending Fall and was, for his troubles, almost erased from reality by the authorities. 'Archie Reid' is what remains of him, and even he doesn't know whether everyone's memories of Archie (including his own) are true or false.

September's age is unclear. On first meeting him, the narration describes him as a 'youth', and his portrait doesn't look like a man who would be in his late fifties at the youngest. This doesn't quite agree with his own suggestion of having been in London during the Fall. If he is Archie, perhaps his theriac staved off the effects of age?

I don't recall how much elaboration we get on Lucian's background in Mask of the Rose's Reunion ending, and whether it's compatible with September's backstory. I'm also not sure whether that matters. Did the person Lucian was, and the things he did, retroactively cease to exist when he became Archie? This is very confusing, I know.

I'm not sure whether September and the Efficient Commissioner have any relevant dialogue if they're on the board of the Great Hellbound Railway together.

Putting Watson aside and putting on our Doyle moustache for a moment, it is possible that September was not originally written to be Archie but later became him. When September first appeared in Fallen London, he used a different portrait - the same one used by the non-binary portrait artist at Helicon House. His current portrait came later. Perhaps this represented a revision of his character's backstory and identity? Eh, I'm speculating aloud here.

To sum up: I dunno. It might be him. They sure look alike. If it's not him, they'd have a lot to talk about if they ever met.

[humiliatingsluts2]

I saw this and thought of your slutty chaos anons 🔔 and 🙌: https://www.tumblr.com/hellbound-n-heartless/739147360644595712/chaining-a-highly-obedient-service-sub-and-a-brat

I’m sure they would love that 😂 But judging by the slut union it looks like brat is the personality prevailing when there not tied up like that

They would suit that. Don’t let the slut union fool you though, they aren’t bratty at all. Chained together they’d just become even more pathetically subby.

[chlorasepticremix]

Bin Laden with a pen, bodyin' again I begin slaughterin' your men, prolly shoulda been Ali or the Svengali embodiment of sin

Like a Saudi in the Taliban plottin' an event In the lobby of the Intercontinental with an obvious intent

And I would not even relent up on a little

Like Osama with a bomb under the bin and down the middle

Of the Pentagon and hit a kindergartner with a rental (Stop!)

Back and forth, back and forth

Like Jack Kevorkian's ass to court

"Rap mature! Why can't you be like Macklemore?" (Huh?)

"Why you always gotta smack a whore?" (Huh?

It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort (Huh?)

Something's gotta give, that's for sure Yet you keep comin' back for more

Not as raw as I was, 'Walk on Water' sucks"

Bitch, suck my dick!

Y'all saw the tracklist and had a fit

'Fore you heard it, so you formed your verdict

While you sat wit' your arms crossed

Did your little reaction videos and talked over songs (Chill!)

Nah dog, y'all sayin' I lost it?

Your fuckin' marbles are gone (Wait, Em!)

But nowadays every flow, every cadence sound the same (Skrrt)

Brain's a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hate Real pain in the paper, I don't trace But if I look strange and outta place It's 'cause I'm an alien, that's why I write 'til the page is outta space (Duh!)

From 7 Mile in Novara

To "How can I be down?", all of us tryna pile in the car (Yeah!)

We shot for the stars Yeah!)

'Cause we only got so much time in this world

(Yeah!)

So rewind it to your high school dance to the night before

If you think you're promised tomorrow (Yeah!)

Now I'm 'bout to fool again

This tune is sick, it's luminous, the moon is lit A freakin' lunatic, a human computer chip

And I'm soon to stick a broom in the uterus of your Hooters chick

If I was you, I wouldn't do nothin' stupid due to the mood I'm in

I'm losin' it, you get chewed like a Junior Mint

Show me who to rip, it's time for you to get screwed

Empty the lubricant and put super glue in it (Woo!)

How many fuckin' rappers did I go through?

Dispel doubt, but you won't admit I smoked And you was spellbound, hellbound in my snowsuit But am I s'posed to sound like everything else out?

'Cause I don't get compared to it, only myself now Well, I can see the fair-weather fans and sales down

But the only way I care is if I let myself down

But what the fuck have I woke to?

Time to eat the vocals and shit out Pro Tools

I know you still want me to ill out, don't you?

Hopin' the old Slim's gonna spill out, open

Fire on your whole camp with this spit, I roast you So chill out, no, you

Hoes couldn't roast me with the shit I wrote you

Then I took a stand, went at Tan-Face and practically cut my motherfuckin' fan base in half and still outsold you

You just called my shit trash?

Thank God, I rap better when the odds are stacked

"Revival's wack, I don't like the 'Zombie' track And when he's talkin' that garbage psychotic crap

Where's your content at?

What's with all the conscious rap?

PInk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani that" (Yeah!) just add it to the fuel in my rocket pack

'Til I'm ready to respond, then I'ma launch it at 'em Idiotic from the fuckin' embryonic sac

To the body bag, I'll be back

And when I am, I'II be at your fuckin' throat like-

[gctchell]

What do you think Niffty's life was like before she got sent to Hell? And what do you think she did that caused her to get damned in the first place?

For the most important parts, it was very lovely. Niffty - or rather, Momo, was born to loving, wealthy parents and had a lovely home life. She didn't have a lot of friends, but she had her best friend Johnny ( @wonderfultheatre ) who was really all she needed. She went to concerts, she taught herself how to play the guitar while listening to her Chuck Berry records, she went to horse races and won and lost, she got her dream car from her boss (who was also her crush and eventual murderer) and zoomed that baby around and around San Francisco, and even took it to spy on Elvis. She lived with two cats and Johnny in a nice one story house with a garage. It was good living for her.

She worked as a maid for various hotels before landing a more solid, better paying job after walking in on a murder scene in one of the rooms and commenting calmly 'geez, you made a mess! that's going to stain, that's going to stain, and oo, your shirt is going to stain, too. let me bleach it out!' to the mobster who caused it, leading to her recruitment as a maid for the mob.

She was well protected, beautifully paid and given more day offs than her other careers. She loved it. Sometimes there would be some poor fool that got done in but survived - only to be discovered by Momo and swiftly brought to a brutal, bloody end before she cleaned up.

& I'll let this portion of her profile in the works do the talking for why she is in Hell.

Girl was hellbound and wanted it that way. So rare you get a soul who is happy to fall into Hell, but she was!

[swordmasterfannon]

A curse, written for a Phandelver player of mine

“By [UNINTELIGIBLE] I bind this hellbound heart to hoard its greatest desire until it’s last beat. I bind these obsidian teeth to grind every nerve in his brain until they burst with pleasure and decay. May his soul never again share of the twinbody. May his pockets ever bulge and strain, filled to bursting with fool’s gold.”

[UNINTELIGIBLE] is a word in an unknown language. Contained in that word are several of the mentioned IPAs that are unused in the chart, and far more that are physically impossible.

[artisanoftheredscience]

About Me

The name's Genesis! I use any pronouns, including neopronouns. The only ones I ask you not to refer to me with is She/Her. I am an adult! Exact age not specified for privacy reasons. I'm a recent arrival to the Sunless universe but I love the lore, I'm a writer and an okay artist (though I get better every day). Currently I'm mid-ambition and pre-railway on my main FL account.

You can send calling cards my way via Gem Stone (@/distortedgenesis)! I'm always happy to have friends over there!

I may occasionally reblog spicier content.

TAG LIST

#my writing and #my art for content I post that is, well, mine

#other peoples blorbos is for content from other blogs featuring their characters

I'll tag nsfw content as #nsft and mark it as mature.

#genesis rambles for screaming into the void and/or shitposting

OTHER INFORMATION

Check out my sideblog where I reblog silly little aesthetic stuff for my blorbos @ifallshallbewell

CHARACTERS

FALLEN LONDON

Dr. Gem Stone [The Abberant Doctor]: My Light Fingers PC. Slowcakes Page.

Detective Peculiar [The Indefatigable Detective]: My Nemesis PC. Slowcake's Page.

Liz O'Connor [The Impetous Monsterhunter]: My Bag a Legend PC. Slowcake's Page.

Lady Spring Lovelace [The Ambitious Showman]: My Heart's Desire PC. Slowcake's Page.

Kendrick Starlee [The Resilient Railwoman]: Engineer for the GHBR. Long-suffering acquaintance of the most involved people in London. Slowcake's Page.

Ellison Arrow. [The Consumed Polymath]: A Red Scientist, Liberationist, and perpetual thorn in the University's side (and budget). Slowcake's Page.

Samuel "Wells" Arrow [The Overzealous Voyager]: An unusual man made from a failed experiment in Parabola.

Captain Bell: A ship-captain and Ellison's best friend. Also my Sunless Skies captain.

Sophronia Meadows [The Perfervid Probationer/The Impassioned Monsterbreeder]: A grad student working in Ellison's lab, and an expert in the art of cryptozoological cons

ervation.

Deidamia [The Iniquitous Deviless]: Peculiar's partner and a player of the Great Game.

Mr. Watson Sterling: Dr. Stone's ex-husband.

Ives Walters [The Sepulchral Accountant]: The Great Hellbound Railway Board's Accountant.

Woefully Ironic [The Insufferable Playwright]: My SMEN PC and Failed Heart's Desire PC.

THE SUNLESS SKIES

Crew Details- WIP, link will be here soon.

Work Directory [Does Not Include my NSFW content]

Into the Neath | A brief introduction to my main characters and their backstories prior to the start of the ambition storylines.

Staring At The Moon | The beginnings of Light Fingers, following my PC Dr. Stone.

Momento Mori Leaves A Debt | The beginnings of Nemesis, following my PC Detective Peculiar.

Absinthe Makes The Heart Grow Fonder | The beginnings of Bag A Legend, following my PC Liz(ard) O'Connor.

If You Wanna Roll, Heads Are Gonna Roll | The beginnings of Heart's Desire, following my PC Lady Spring Lovelace.

Bad Dreams, Bad Things | Part 2 of my Light Fingers Retelling

The Game Plays Us For Fools | Part 2 of my Nemesis retelling

Are You A Man or A Monster? | Part 2 of my BAL retelling

All I Ever Wanted Was The World | Part 2 of my HD retelling

Let's See How Far We've Come | Part 3 of my LF retelling.

Inscribed | An Epistolary fic following Oliver Bergamot, one of my Mask of the Rose ocs. 11 chapters, completed.

A Foolproof Guide To Impersonating A Master | A BAL fic following Liz's attempt to impersonate Mr. Veils.

[boyswhocryyy]

To these hellbound fools who think they words mean anything

“A bruised reed He will not break...He will bring justice to all who have been wronged.” (Isaiah 42:3). Consider the Lord’s tenderness toward his own people.  The word “bruised” has a number of definitions: hurt, crushed by various trials. Many of God’s people today need a word about our Saviour’s tender mercy.

Beloved, this Christian walk is warfare. It means battles, weariness, wounds, and facing a ferocious enemy who is out to destroy you. It doesn’t matter how bruised you are, how bent down by your flood of testing. God has made you this incredible promise: “You will not be broken. I won’t allow your flame to go out. Your faith will be not be quenched.”

Rise up and trust! The time has come for you to believe Jesus is with you in your storm and He will give you the strength to endure and come out of it unscathed and bring justice to you.

[johnnybeane]

Francis Valentino has played with Outside the Box, Southside Johnny & The Poor Fools, Hellbound Glory, and Matthew Curry. Since 2020, he's been with David Lee Roth's band. Catch him with us! 6/17/24 at 8PM EST.

#francisvalentino #davidleeroth #johnnybeaneTV #vanhalen

https://www.youtube.com/live/pPIJRDrEHow?si=ydE8wALWq8JPEdQc

[netherworldwritersguild]

Holy Smoke Reveal

  Paranormal Romance/Romantasy

Date Published: 02/06/2024

DEMONS DON'T DO LOVE...

Lust and lies? Now those, Jovi can handle.

But falling for a demon hunter like Nash Rogan?

Really dumb move for a succubus on the run.

  ROGAN'S NO FOOL...

But he's acting like one. Breaking rules, spilling secrets—touching her.

He lives in the shadows. But the more Jovi lights him up, the less he wants to go back to the dark.

  Sparks fly when Jovi and Rogan are forced to flee—and fight—as an unwilling duo in HOLY SMOKE, the first in the HELLBOUND series by Gin Griffith.

  About the Author

Social Media Links

Author on Instagram / Twitter / Facebook -  @gingriffithofficial

          Publisher on Instagram / Twitter / Facebook - @harborlanebooks

[hannahhook7744]

Bruno's little girl is all grown up;

Summary; Even in a world where Claudine didn't grow up on the isle, she and Lefou Deux were destined to meet.

Trigger warning; Kidnapping, implied racism, implied abuse, etc.

Inspired by and meant to be a sequel to @dragoneyes618 's oneshot au where Claudine gets her gift after being adopted by Bruno.

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Claudine Esther-Mary Madrigal had few memories of her life before the Madrigals. And all of them were vague.

A Creperie were she did all the work despite being too tiny to reach the stove.

A Church that turned away people who looked different. Turned away people who looked like her new family did.

A closet that was small even for a toddler-- more like a cupboard, actually--filled with crosses thay made her heart tighten.

A looming shadow.

A woman falling.

Another woman teaching her how to speak english and a few other languages in bits and pieces, warning her not to tell him.

None of them painted a pretty picture. Especially not when put together with the faded scars she had and her family's retelling of her 'surprise adoption'.

So it should be no surprise that Claudine never really went digging into her past. Nor should it that she never bothered asking. After all, who would want to know more about such terrible things when there was a high chance that it would only drudge up things that should stay forgotten? Things that they didn't want to know about... Things that they didn't want to remember.

But that didn't mean that she knew nothing about it. About where she came from.

When Prince Ben first made his proclaimation, word traveled fast-- even to the Encanto--and Her Papá had sat her down and finally explained just where he had gotten her.

Claudine had been in shock for awhile afterwards. Not quite knowing what to think about the whole thing.

What was one supposed to think when finding out that they had essitently been kidnapped from a villainous religious zealot who had been locked away among other villians who also had children? Children who weren't lucky enough to have been saved like she had been.

But once that shock wore off, she became invested in every thing to do with the isle. And had quite possibly cheered the loudest when the barrier had been brought down for good.

Which led into the current predicament her family was arguing about where little ears couldn't hear:

New people had come to the Encanto.

All under 30.

3 boys not much older than her (twins 20, lone boy 19).

1 not much younger (16).

1 only nine years old.

1 girl not much younger (15).

And 5 little girls (twins 7, one 6, one 5, and one 3).

All in bad shape, the oldests willing to work. All refusing to say where they came from or how they knew of this place.

Abuela, cautious as ever in her old age, didn't like it. Feared that their sanctuary could be fully exposed if they allowed them to stay.

No one else in the family agreed, even as she tried to get them to see her point of view. She even slipped up and asked Dolores to evasedrop on them, something she hadn't done since Claudine was little.

Of course, Dolores refused and (gently) reminded her that times had changed. And then everyone else had gotten a chance to argue their case.

Tío Agustín and Tía Julieta argued they couldn't stay hidden forever, which Prima Isabela agreed with-- sighting the fact that if these kids and her luv, Bubo, had found them that others would come after. Whether or not they liked it.

Primo Antonio and Camilo along with Prima Dolores and her luv, Mariano, that it was nice to see some new faces around. And that they could do some good for the town.

Luisa and Maribel just thought that they should give them a chance, which Claudine herself silently agreed with.

 Tía Pepa and Tío Félix then made the strongest point. Getting emotional as usual, which was certainly warranted in this situation.

"Mamá, they're your Bisnietos' ages and they clearly need help. How can you be suggesting that we turn them away! Isn't that what the Encanto is for? Protecting people"

Abuela cut in "It's for protecting our people--" but Pepa wasn't having it.

"The moment they stepped foot in the Encanto they became OUR people!"

Félix hastily added in his own two cents "and if the Encanto allowed them in, then they must really need the help. Besides, when has the Encanto ever let anyone dangerous in? How dangerous could a bunch of children even be?"

"We don't even know where they came from!" The Matriarch of the family protested, though it was weaker than it was.

Claudine looked over at her Papá to see what he thought, since he hadn't spoken up yet, just in time to see him stand. He said one thing and one thing only that would shock them all:

"They're from the isle of the lost".

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Abuela ended up letting the gaggle of children stay after that and few in the Encanto protested.

They all remembered what Claudine was like when Bruno first brought her here. And even if they didn't, there were things that convinced them not to kick up a fuss about the arrangement.

Things like the scars that varied in age that couldn't be explained away by falls and other bouts of childhood clumsiness that mirrored the faded ones Claudine herself had.

Things like the haunted looks in the older kids' eyes that Claudine saw every day in the mirror in her own reflection.

Things like the slowly fading bruises and the whispers of dead siblings and cousins who never reached adult hood.

Things like the broken arm the littlest boy had and the large hand shaped bruise on the youngest girl's cheek.

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Claudine wasn't sure how to feel about the new arrivals. Other than intrigued and sad, that is.

Would she had turned out as snarky and skittish and bitter as the oldest ones were had her Papá never came to save her?

Or would she have turned out worse somehow? Meeker like Carlos had first been? Quieter like her father had once been?

Or would she had died long before she got to thay point?

The possibilities haunted her, almost as much as the implications of what the new comers' had been through did.

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Claudine was a curious girl.

She was even what some would call nosey.

But she just preferred the term 'thorough In her research'.

Which is what she did when someone (a friendly and unsuspecting Luisa) was finally able to pry last names out of the new comers.

Leprince. LeGume. Bimbette.

Those were their last names. Or at least the ones they had given. And with those last names, 18 year old Claudine was able to find a series of documents that proved her father's words true.

As well as many of the rumors that had been flying around town since the children had gotten here.

Birth certificates.

Badly done School Records.

Medical files published by one Harry Badun.

A Kidnapping report on King Ben that named Gil as one of the ones who had nabbed him.

A report on what had happened during the 'Queen of Mean' Incident that named Gil as one of the people who had helped save Auardon.

Missing persons report on all of the kids that were currently in the Encanto.

And most horrifyingly of all, she found obituaries also published by Harry Badun for other relatives of the New comers. Siblings and cousins. Siblings and cousins who didn't make it to 18.

Nine to be exact.

Nine dead kids.

Six Boys.

Three girls.

Claudine wished she never looked.

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The LeGume-LePrince-Bimbette cousins settled into the Encanto rather quickly and were met with little resistance, much to their surprise.

They moved into a small, fixxer upper, 'work in progress' house with just enough backyard for the kids to be able to run around in and got to work.

Junior and Bronze became movers and mechanics.

Gil arm wrestled people and babysat for money.

Claire became a seamstress and a duel teacher.

And Lefou Deux or Lee, as he went by now, became a toy maker while their little cousins and siblings went to school.

All of them were less than enthusiastic about becoming high school dropouts but knew that it sadly had to be done. How else were they supposed to be expected to keep a roof over all their heads?

And sure, it wasn't the most glamorous roof-- being thin, uninsulated, and filled with holes. But it was a roof.

And sure, it was crowded since they all had to share rooms but it wasn't all that bad since they didn't have any furniture to crowd it more. And sure, it was so cold that they had to huddle together for warmth most of the time but it was better than nothing.

At least that's what they told themselves until they could get something better.

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4 months after the new comers had arrived in the Encanto, Claudine stood outside of the toy shop-- invisible to the naked eye, watching as the tallest and lengthest one ran around the shop. Fixing things.

It had become a habit of hers for reasons she could not explain. One that she wasn't sure her family knew of or would approve of.

She knew it was werid. And that some would even call it a bit creepy but she just couldn't help it.

The redhead worried about him. Had been worrying about him ever since she heard her Abuela and Tías fretting over how he needed to eat more about a month after he arrived in town.

After that, Claudine just hadn't been able to get how thin he was out of her head. So, she had gotten into the habit of following him around and sneaking extra food into his lunch bag and goreceries. And so far, he hadn't seemed to notice.

Which Claudine was thankful for, since she wasn't sure what she'd do if she were ever caught.

Probably turn invisible and stay that way until he forgot what she looked like.

Annnnnnnd she was starting to sound like a stalker, wasn't she?

Claudine swatted that thought out of her head, noticing that it was nearly the boy's lunch break and quickly snuck into the small shop. Making sure to keep a tight grip on her bag when--

WHAM!

Claudine fell back, becoming visible as the contents of her bag spilled everywhere. Mixing with toy parts.

All the color drained out of her face as she slowly lifted her head and spotted the new comer, who was clutching his now bleeding nose and looking at her.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry. I didn't see you there--" the dark haired boy stammered, quickly helping her gather the contents of her bag. Including the wrapped arepas that Claudine had been planning on sneaking into his bag.

Claudine was sure that she was probably as red as her hair by now and waited for him to call her out on being the one who had been sneaking into his bag, dreading it, but to her surprise he said nothing. Holding them out to her.

"Uh gracias. Muy apreciada" she muttered meekly, snatching it back from him and shoving it back into her bag. Where her rats were still hiding, thankfully already.

"No problemo miss. It's the least I could do after rudely running into you like that. I don't know how I could have missed you. I should probably get my eyes checked " He joked, fidgeting with his gloves. Clearly expecting to get yelled at.

Claudine's heart ached, remembering how quick she was to expect the same for things that weren't her fault when she was younger.

"No, no. It was my fault. I should have been paying better attention " she rushed to assure him, not liking the far off look he was starting to get in his eyes.

"I'm Claudine by the way. Claudine Madrigal" She held her hand out to him in invitation, silently hoping the change of subject would work.

It did.

He quickly accepted her hand, grinning widely in a way that gave her butterflies before introducing himself. "Nice to meet ya Claudine, I'm Lefou Deux LePrince but everyone calls me Lee".

Looking into his eyes, Claudine was sure of one thing;

She was doomed.

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midnight... the hour of *regurgitates another goofy thing i drew a solid year ago*

Torei hasn’t handled (not) aging very gracefully.

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Bro, why are your answers so sibei emo?

But also, wow, your answers are so polished, it's obvious that someone has really put you through these sorts of questions as practice, huh? Whoever that person is must be quite the YYDS, 呵呵。

Q13 - good one! I'm glad I have one dude who's going to commit all intellectual property crimes and another who's going to steal from the rich. I honestly don't really know what crime to commit if it were up to me.

What I could think of for now is quite lame, I think?

Maybe I'll steal all scientific journals and nonfiction books in the world and distribute them for free, but that's kinda a type of intellectual property crime already.

I'd love to engineer expensive, elaborative cons to fool billionaires, politicians, etc. and then distribute the rewards to the people they harm! Imma be the Great Pretender! Laurent please find a way to let me shine! But that's basically what you're doing already...

Maybe I'll just study in academia and pursue whatever knowledge I like without ever paying a single fee.

I'll run to be the Prime Minister as an atheist non-Malay who's not heteronormative. It's not a legal crime, but does it matter in this country? If I'm shitty enough maybe I'll lead a coup and forcibly become PM.

I really don't have any cool crimes to commit after all. Or rather, any answer I can come up with is always contextual, and I don't even know if what I want to do is criminal or not.

Q18 - that was my answer!

Q20 - That's the true premise of Hellbound, in a nutshell, man.

Is hell also just "a place you will suffer?" Cause' that's a pretty wide place. It's this place, too, from time to time, because brutha don't we suffer from time to time?

Maybe it doesn't matter where this objective hell is supposed to be. It's a shitty place to live for lotsa people, then it automatically fails its residents, and is therefore due for a reform.

Q22: I will very likely not kill someone else to save you—and might even choose to save that stranger over you (provided I wasn't going to kill this stranger out of self-defense; if it's the latter, I may relish in the chance. Homicide is still not my answer for Q13 because I won't deliberately seek it out).

But you already know that, right?

I think it also depends on who's on track to die, and whose death is gonna be more problematic to the people who survive them. The question didn't say we can't ask the thoughts and opinions of that stranger, right?

Q23 - Emo ass motherfucker. One day when I become a stand-up comedian, I'll embellish your stories and make up shit about you for my materials so you'll be fucking remembered... as a clown.

Q25 - If the Devil is the same character as the popular depiction of him, I can already tell you his answer is gonna be, "Fucking duh? I don't deserve to be in here, you dumbass."

For The Dark Ask Game (I expect an essay from you):

13, 18 (I am sure you will choose the same damn organ I chose, 😏), 20, 22, 23, 25

13: I would turn into Robin Hood. Steal from the rich, give to the poor. If I don't have to worry about any kind of consequence (legal punishment, death, etc.) nothing could stop me.

18: UTERUS. I'm never going to make a fucking baby, bitch. Get over it or get out.

20: If hell is a place that punishes people for not following a specific religion, then yes I'm going there. But honestly, if anything like hell exists it would be beyond human understanding. So I have no idea. Maybe we all go to hell.

22: It depends. Someone's dying regardless, so I'm not really concerned morally speaking (fucked either way, ahahahaha), but: what would the person I love want me to do? Have they accepted their death, or do they want to keep living? Would they feel guilty about sending someone else to their death? If I have their life in my hands, the least I can do is honor their choices.

23: Ah, I would rather die peacefully! What's the point in having everyone cry over your death if you're not there to see it? Just because no one remembers it doesn't mean I had no positive impact. Maybe I'm not as sad about this because I already live my life relatively unremembered, so I'm used to it.

25: I would ask if there's anyone in hell who he doesn't think deserves to be there. I'm just curious if the devil himself agrees with the sorting, or if he even cares.

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So we know a lot of things about vampires and dullahans now, but what about other supernaturals? I have many questions:--- How do witches work, and the hunters too? How are the hunters able to detect supernaturals? Are they all 'gifted' with the sight, if yes then is Tachibana has the same ability? How do demons and cambions work, do they all follow Hades since he is technically the God of the Underworld?

this is indeed a lot of questions 😭 but i'll try my best to answer them.

WITCHES

witches are creatures born of blessings from hecate, goddess of magic. despite their scary reputation in the west and association with satan, most of them are peace-loving people who only want to study magic and mind their own business.

distinct marks of a witch (it's a gender-neutral term btw. and so is ‘warlock’, which are a different species from the witches, against popular notion) include unnaturally coloured, glowing eyes. the colour of their eyes are actually their magical aura.

a sigil of their coven naturally appears on their body when they are born. there are very rare cases of witches having no sigil if all the members of their coven die.

HUNTERS

many of them are gifted with the sight but for the rest who don't, they acquire it through magic. pretty ironic, i know. tachibana was gifted with the sight since they were born, it was the reason why they usually had terrible nightmares of the strange beings they kept seeing everywhere.

even though the hunters can (and will) kill some supernaturals one-on-one, depending on the amount of training they've had, they usually avoid doing it in places packed with humans.

nowadays, the independent hunters usually wait for bounties before killing a supernatural, while the government employed ones wait for orders from the supernatural committees themselves.

DEMONS & THE UNDERWORLD

demons are just supernatural beings who, much like their biblical myths, punished evil souls in hell and also roamed the earth for their own fun. they have their greek counterparts too, most notably the three furies.

while there are still some demons in hell who are watching over the souls there, most of them are on earth and enjoying the wonders that it has to offer. seriously, you would not want to stay there at a sweltering temperature 25/8 and punish a never-ending line of souls.

contrary to popular beliefs, most demons are pretty chill and are fond of this world. they even settle down and have children with mortals they fall in love with. the senarath twins are a product of a wily succubus falling in love with a charming human businessman.

demons are scarily good at deceiving even supernaturals so it's very hard to tell if someone is a demon or not. their glamour is seriously nothing to scoff at, they even give the fae folk a run for their money.

the underworld is a pretty complicated place and there are so many entities that rule and reside there. yes, they exist there together but don't actually interact with each other unless it's absolutely necessary. as for how to know which beings and gods you would find there, it all depends on your beliefs. for example, TCS MC would turn up in the greek version of the underworld while SoV MC will end up in helheim (or simply, hel), which is the norse equivalent of it.

CAMBIONS

cambions, on the other hand, don't exactly receive that amount of mastery over their glamour like their hellbound parent. they are good at it, sure, but they usually don't fool other supernatural creatures as well as they fool humans.

the distinct traits of cambions are their cat-like, slitted pupils and eyes that shine a little brighter when they are using their powers (a bit like witches, although their glowing eyes are permanent).

their nails can also turn into sharp talons and they are born with leathery wings which they can grow and retract with age as they gain more control over their powers. the latter is a very painful process though since the bones in their back have to literally shift and break to pierce through the skin and extend into wings.

if you think that's bad, imagine how mama seranath managed to push not one, but two winged demonic spawns out 💀 thankfully, guinevere knows her magic, along with being a literal demon, so the damage wasn't that severe and she recovered pretty well. otherwise, r.i.p that 😺 ayyy